#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
I walked off the job again and the police stopped me for running a red light at Serrano… my mind was rather gone and I stood in a patch of leaves
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?