#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...
are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the