#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and