#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
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...
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
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
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual