#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,