I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…

see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…

think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land

I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...

The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…

a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead

she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather

Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...

we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:

I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...

red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty

this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time

That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...