#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
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.
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under 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...
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—