#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
I found that the only time to study was before sleeping. I was always too tired to make and eat breakfast, so I would go out and buy a tall 6 pack, put it on the chair beside the bed, r...
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.