#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
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…
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
The funeral was to be at 10:30 a.m. but it was already hot. I had on a cheap black suit, bought and fitted in a rush. It was my first new suit in years. I had located the son. We drove ...
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
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...
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then