#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle: