#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
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.
I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...
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I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
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…
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn