she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.

“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve come through.” she had on new boots, pants and a white sweater. “I know what I want now.” she was from Chicago and had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax district.

kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases of

I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go… I met Betty on the street. “I saw you with that bitch a while back.… “None of them are.” I told her it was over. We went for a b…

was much easier to be a genius in the tw… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and if yo… or 5 times you could end up in Gertie’s… you could possibly meet Picasso for a gl… maybe only Miró.

I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neighborhoo… his name was Eugene and he was bigger than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good.

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

these things that we support most well have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;

The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...

twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the

light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.

I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...