#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles Chinese puzzles blocks
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
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...
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down