#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
I was surprised the next morning when April knocked on the door. April was the one on ATD who had been at Harry Ascot’s party and who had left with the speed freak. It was 11 am. April ...
I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark