#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
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…
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old