#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
Lydia met me at the airport. She was horny as usual. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’m hot! I play with myself but it doesn’t do any good.” “Lydia, my leg is still in terrible shape. I jus...
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
I been readin’ you for a long time… I just put Billy Boy to bed, he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere… I got 2, my husband, Benny, he got 3.
I saw Bobby out front the next day when I went to buy a newspaper. “Louie phoned,” he said, “he told me what happened to him.” “He ran outside to vomit and Tammie grabbed his cock while...
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
as the spirit wanes the form
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off