which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her

these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…

my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful

he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.

they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way

think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom

I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead

no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:

it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind