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We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps