#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on
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...
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
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.
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
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...
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one: