#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
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 wringing the…
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still