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…

Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?

and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college

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...

unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this