#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...