#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case