#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers