#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
To pacify Lydia I agreed to go to Muleshead, Utah. Her sister was camping in the mountains. The sisters actually owned much of the land. It had been inherited from their father. Glendol...
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its