#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,