#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
After nine or ten hours people began getting sleepy and falling into their cases, catching themselves just in time. We were working the zoned mail. If a letter read zone 28 you stuck it...
“she shoots up in the neck,” she t… me. I told her to stick it into my ass and she tried and said, “oh oh… and I said, “what the hell’s the m… she said, “nothing, this is New Y…
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;