#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and… along the way. I was reading a wee… Kandel and I did not look quite a… pretty but
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
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...
yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.