#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
“she shoots up in the neck,” she t… me. I told her to stick it into my ass and she tried and said, “oh oh… and I said, “what the hell’s the m… she said, “nothing, this is New Y…
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
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...
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…
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and