#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
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...
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have