#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...
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...
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
