#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
Everybody had gym period at the same time. Baldy’s locker was about four or five down from mine in the same row. I went to my locker early. Baldy and I had a similar problem. We hated w...
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking