#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—