drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the

she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair

I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.

got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…

this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?

you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…

red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty

Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...

The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...

watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to

lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.