#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car
she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme