#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…