#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
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’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed