#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
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...
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...