#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
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.
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
