#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
as the spirit wanes the form
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees