#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos