#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…