in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…

more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,

dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon

Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;

—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business

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

listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others

An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage

he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and

live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.

I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...

we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and