#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and