#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
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…
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
I got a letter in the mail. It was addressed from Hollywood. Dear Chinaski: I’ve just read almost all your books. I work as a typist in a place on Cherokee Ave. I’ve hung your picture i...
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down