#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
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,
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with