#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
We drank all day and that night I tried again to make love to Mindy. I was astounded and dismayed to find she had a large pussy. An extra large pussy. I hadn’t noticed it the night befo...
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees