#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
They had me in the counselor’s office in one of the back rooms of the second floor. “Let me see how you look, Chinaski.” He looked at me. “All right, Mr. Chinaski, we’d like to know whe...
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead