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I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
There were continual fights. The teachers didn’t seem to know anything about them. And there was always trouble when it rained. Any boy who brought an umbrella to school or wore a rainc...
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold