I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones

Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...

bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…

The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...

over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,

she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…

another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen

We drank all day and that night I tried again to make love to Mindy. I was astounded and dismayed to find she had a large pussy. An extra large pussy. I hadn’t noticed it the night befo...

my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits

it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt

turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill

she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,

I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,