#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on
I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles Chinese puzzles blocks
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
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...