#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
I saw Bobby out front the next day when I went to buy a newspaper. “Louie phoned,” he said, “he told me what happened to him.” “He ran outside to vomit and Tammie grabbed his cock while...
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...
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting