#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
Dee Dee had a place in the Hollywood Hills. Dee Dee shared the place with a friend, another lady executive, Bianca. Bianca took the top floor and Dee Dee the bottom. I rang the bell. It...
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,