#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
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...
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of