he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?

the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,

there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same

it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not

watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to

she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong

I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar

Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...

we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit

Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...

you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.

On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...