#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
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
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...