#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
had it for a year, really put in lot of bedroom time, slept upright on two pillows to keep from coughing, all the blood drained from my head
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
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.
Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,