#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...