#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
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
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
R.O.T.C. (Reserve Officer Training Corps) was for the misfits. Like I said, it was either that or gym. I would have taken gym but I didn’t want people to sec the boils on my back. There...
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.