#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him