#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
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…
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong