#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
had it for a year, really put in lot of bedroom time, slept upright on two pillows to keep from coughing, all the blood drained from my head
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear