#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
I found that the only time to study was before sleeping. I was always too tired to make and eat breakfast, so I would go out and buy a tall 6 pack, put it on the chair beside the bed, r...
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal