#Americans #XXCentury
I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles Chinese puzzles blocks
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…
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
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
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...