#AmericanWriters
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio