dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from my litt… on the floor.

I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed

these things that we support most well have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;

But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....

having the low down blues and going into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.

I would, of course, prefer to be with th… instead of with a photograph of an old S… to the sound of the anvil chorus and leg… girls kicking high, showing everything b… but I might as well be dead right now

up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notic… that?

keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horses sugar white oblongs of sugar

I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and

women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.