#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
long ag o he edited a little magaz… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
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
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.