#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while