#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
I walked off the job again and the police stopped me for running a red light at Serrano… my mind was rather gone and I stood in a patch of leaves
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.
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
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…
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed