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shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
Nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses d… and the landladies stare in the ha…
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.