#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
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
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
I see you drinking at a fountain w… blue hands, no, your hands are not… they are small, and the fountain i… where you wrote me that last lette… I answered and never heard from yo…
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with