#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
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...
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…