#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
Office of Postmaster—United States Post Office—January 1, 1970 The attention of all employees is directed to the Code of Ethics for postal employees as set forth in Part 742 of the Post...
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this