#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
I’m in b ed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and that one’s tits ...
I phoned Joyce. “How’s it working with Purple Sti… “What did he do when you told him… “We were sitting across from each… “What happened?”
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
I found that the only way I could keep from dizzy-spelling into my case was to get up and take a walk now and then. Fazzio, a supervisor who had the station at the time, saw me walking ...
she onl y fucks the ones she doesn… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme