#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted: