#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
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;
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...