#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,