#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
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...
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...