#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and we had… detour and they directed us up into the… and traffic was slow and it was hot, and… we were lost.
#1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the telephone has not been kind of late, of late there have been more and more ca… from people who want to come over and ta… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
#1978 #Women
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
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
I got his ashes, she said, and I took t… out to sea and I scattered his ashes and they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
#1982 #HamOnRye
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again.… “Not much.” “Mind if I come down and have a few bee… “I’d rather not have any visitors tonigh… “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a…
are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties on so you can finger-fuck me in the
look there. the one you considered killing yourself for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
One night I was assigned to the stool n… A young girl came in and sat down at the… I heard Butchner. “Yeah, you cunt! You… That’s what you want, you cunt, don’t yo… I went on sticking mail. The soup walke…
#1971 #PostOffice
I awakened to dryness and the ferns were… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled corpses surrounded me with their uselessness;
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #ItCatchesMyHeartInItsHands #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide