I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...

I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.

I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...

here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…

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...

this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,

I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,

The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane

I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...

light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.