#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
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,
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…