#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
92 years old his tooth has been bothering him had to get it filled he lost his left eye 40 years ago
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little