the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine

“...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.”

murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets

in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and

it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?

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 ...

Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...

they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age

when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,

I was surprised the next morning when April knocked on the door. April was the one on ATD who had been at Harry Ascot’s party and who had left with the speed freak. It was 11 am. April ...