#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
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
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh