#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
Mindy stayed about a week. I introduced her to my friends. We went places. But nothing was resolved. I couldn’t climax. She didn’t seem to mind. It was strange. Around 10:45 PM one even...
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of