#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
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…
believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
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...
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...