#AmericanWriters #1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
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,
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…