#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
reached up into the top of the clo… and took out a pair of blue pan ti… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?” and she looked and said,
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
