#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…
There was another German Shepherd. It was hot summer and he came BOUNDING out of a back yard and then LEAPED through the air. His teeth snapped, just missing my jugular vein. “OH JESUS!...
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’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.”