#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;