#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels