#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
Everybody had gym period at the same time. Baldy’s locker was about four or five down from mine in the same row. I went to my locker early. Baldy and I had a similar problem. We hated w...
After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs