#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...