Jim: "Fucking New York School! Ted Berrigan drank beer and took speed and wrote about it. We all did that. He died. We've got to write about something else."
"All we can do is have a conversation, to go any higher is impossible."
"What we need to do is, next time we all get together, go out into my yard or your yard or his yard, and get sticks and spend an entire afternoon, four hours at least, and just scratch a single syllable into the dirt."
Delerium Tremens: An Ex/Interior Monologue - D: My hate is better than your hate. T: Well, I love your hate But I love mine more. D: It’s in the eye of the beholder. T: Poke out the eye of the beholde...
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