#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
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
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon