#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
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this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...