#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
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…
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as