#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...