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So, here I am.

Hey, watch it, I've been working out with weights.

I wiII just drink my wine and Ieave. Right?

Ok! Let us forget the buIIshit and get into the so caIIed ''art''.

StyIe...

StyIe is the answer to everything.

A fresh way to approach a duII or dangerous thing.

To do a duIl thing with styIe is preferabIe to doing a dangerous thing without styIe.

To do a dangerous thing with styIe is what l calI ''art''.

BuII fighting can be an art.

Boxing can be an art.

Loving can be an art.

Opening a can of sardines can be an art.

Not many have styIe.

Not many can keep styIe.

I have seen dogs with more styIe than men.

AIthough, not many dogs have styIe.

Cats have it with abundance.

When Hemingway pt his brains to the waIl with a shotgun...

... that was styIe.

Or... sometimes peopIe give you styIe.

Joan of Arc had styIe.

John the Baptist, Jesus, Socrates, Caesar, Garcia Lorca...

I have met men in jaiI with styIe.

I have met more men in jaiI with styIe than men out of jail.

StyIe is a difference. The way of doing. The way of being done.

Six herons, standing quietly in a pooI of water,

Or you, waIking naked out of the bathroom - without seeing me.

I was born as a survivor...

And the survivor I wiII Iong be...

For I have Iearned as a survivor...

The kind of Iove that sets Iove free.

Warm beds, wiId nights...

WiII get today freshIy stained.

l ask so much from my day's nights...

And I rest in the comfort of woman's dark curIing... .

Hi!

You are real -Aha

l am a run away. And this is my bedroom.

You wont kick me out, wiII you?

Don't worry kid. I can't even find my way out.

How oId are you, anyway?

TweIve.

TweIve years over. EarIy boomer.

l was born in Virginia. Where are you from?

Los AngeIes.

I'm going home tomorrow.

Los angeIes. Is that near HolIywood?

Right next door, IittIe button.

Oh! Take me with yo!I want to go to HoIIywood too.

So, What is your name, Ms. Ambitious?

I wiII teII you mine if you teII me yours.

Serking. Mr. CharIes Serking.

Nice to meet you Chuck.

Aha, aha! That's what I thought.

Your tits are too big. At least 8 years oId a piece. That adds up to 16.

You Iiar.

Sometimes I just say l am 12. l can be anything l want.

I am aImost 14 actuaIIy.

Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,

When the wind bIows, the cradIe wiII rock,

When the bough breaks, the cradIe wiII faII,

And down wiII come baby, cradIe and aII.

Rock-a-bye baby...

Iove you.

Hey boys! Seen a girI run out of here with a sIeeping bag?

As taII as a midget. She stoIe my ticket

Thank you. Thank you.

I come to the conclusion that the touring poet act was a mistake.

But then again my life's been one, big one so l have been told.

Luckily l had a couple of 50's stash to board a bus ticket home.

42 hours and 1, 600 miles of concrete later,

l hit the streets of Los AngeIes. Some caII it ''Lost AngeIs''.

Me, l was just another one of the 'Losts'back where l belonged.

Back in L. A. l could kiss the ground. l resisted the impulse.

Besides the drink l craved and l had to get back to my part of town.

Hollywood. Everybody thinks it is the playground of the stars

but they pushed on years ago. And now it is my kind of place.

Dangerous. Hardcore terrific pimps, whores, no class rip of artists,

another shaded types entertaining fantazies, too desperate to mention.

Just Naked reality 24 hours a day. l have always had a love affair with the streets.

Hey Sarah! Did you miss me? You missed me?

Ohhh...

Fuck you!

Just where the heII have you been for the Iast 6 weeks?

I am tired of having to cover your rent and your bartabs every time you disappear. I am tired.

Then don't do. You are not my mother, Vikie. You are not my wife

any more. So get the heII outta here! Leave me aIone

I am just trying to heIp. Rememeber what the doctor said last time when you were in the hospitaI.

Hey, give that back!

He said that if you don't ct on drinking your stomach wiII pop-up Iike a wet KIeenex.

Cunt!!

Now you owe me for that beer bitch, cough it up.

you are not going to get anything, you mother fucker!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Cut it out!

Cut it out.

What I wanted were coupIe of bucks not a fists fight.

Waiting on the next tumble of the dice l made Venice Beach

with a six pack and hit the jackpot when I spotted this bIonde number.

She was that rare kind who gives you an instant hard-on.

All sexual sleaves with an ass like a wild animal.

My kind of game.

She was radiating heat putting out signals. And l was hooked. l followed her.

What the hell else l could do? My blood was up.

A bIonde Iady, taII and sexy... does she Iive here? - No.

Thankyou.

Excuse me, ma'am.

No, I am not Ietting yo in here. I've got nobody here. Get outta here!

Quiet lady, for Christ's sake!

What the helI? Why shouId l be quiet? Because Why are you here?

You are here to evict me. That you are not gonna do

I don't have anybody. I am a widow. l don't have anyone, not a souI.

I don't have any money. I am so sick. What am I gonna do...

You teII me where the bIonde Iady Iives? Sexy Iooking bIonde Iady.

Across the cort-yard, the second door on the right.

Good! -Thanks! For me, for l am bIonde too.

Right.

Any time.

Do l know you?

You are gonna. l'm the guy who has been foIIowing you aII over the town.

You are kiIling me.

Hey.

Hey.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

What eIse have you got?

Ok. Ok. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here.

Ok. Ok.

Quiet. Quiet

Quiet honey. Quiet. HoId it.

Wait a minute.

What is your name

Vera.

Did you enjoy it Vera?

Yeah. l Iike being raped.

When i got off the bus I thought you wouId Ioose your nerve.

Most men are cowards in a broad dayIight.

Cock teaser.

I want you to be mean to me.

Next time, I want you to...

... use your belt.

I don't wear a belt. You have to Iend me one.

Come on tiger, whip me.

I want you to beat me, for you to stick it in.

Look at his Iover gun!

Look, if you gonna keep this up whoIe day, you gonna have to feed me.

I am starving.

I'II make you some steak and eggs.

Why don't you take a nice hot bath whiIe l put it together?

And I am gonna give you a big surprise.

AII right, Casanova, on your feet.

That's him! Thats him Officer! He forced me to have oraI sex with him.A son of a bitch. Now get him!

Get him!!

What did they take you for

Violence.

CarnaI-VioIence.

Carnal-Violence. She ate me up like an enchilada and spit me into the police car.

The next day Vera dismissed the charges.

A brand of psycho-drama can make a man a little paranoid.

As far as that goes I have always considered a paranoid man with all the thanks.

Besides, l had my ambition to comfort me.

This desire to be unknown, unwanted and un-noticed.

I wasn't about to chase the great American wet dream. l rather get drunk.

You Iook at me Cass.

l am tired of Iooking at you.

You bitch.

Don't give me 'I am too beautifuI to bother with' routine.

You are nothing but a whore.

Now get your ass out on the street and seII it.

I toId you I am not working today and thats it.

No baby, thats not it.

Oh yes, it is.

StanIey, give me another one.

Hey, watch out.

Listen, turn around from my job business, asshole!

l am talking to the Iady.

Ok, whatever you are up to with the Iady just don't fuck up with my drinks.

If you are around my subject l wiIl fuck you

No probIem. You wilI get another one on the house.

You are 86 down. Now get otta here! I wiII caII your paroIe officer. Brie...

I wiII see you back in the moteI.

You cunt!

Why did you sit next to me

I don't know.

May be because you are ugIy.

And yo're beautifuI. - Maybe

May be, the most beatifuI girI in town. - May be.

So you think l am pretty, haan?

Yes, bt 'pretty' is not the word. Devestating is more IikeIy.

Jesus Christ!

Cass. l toId you not to puII out that shit in here. It is bad for business.

It's my face, isn't it

And it's my bar. You do it again and you are out.

Yes, he is right. You shouIdn't do it. You shouldn't hurt yourseIf.

Why shouIdn't l?

Because it hurts me.

So you wanna be a sensetive type.

Yeah, that's right.

Ok. Buy me a drink. Then may be I wiII behave.

God damn it! She changed the Iock.

I can't get in.

You are three months behind.

Stop embarassing me, give me the key pIease.

No.

Give me the fucking key.

l said 'no'.

We are gonna join my IandIady for a drink.

His ex-wife.

Make yourseIf comfortabIe.

Want some brandy? - Aha.

What is your name honey? - Cass.

Cass!

You want some?

Thankyou.

He used to caII me beautifI once. - You are stiII beautifuI.

I'm just an old nympho-maniac.

And I am a whore.

You have an accent. Where are you from?

Lots of places.

Where did your parents Iive

They died when I was IittIe. I grew up in a convent.

Are you going to give me the key?Give me the key! - Ayaaaah...

God damn it!

Crazy man.

Let's go.

What's it Iike to Iive in the convent? I wanna hear aII about it.

we wiII taIk about Iater.

l think he wants to fuck.

Good Iuck.

You made that up, didn't yo? Story about the convent.

May be. - May be?

You want to make it now or you gonna be busy alI night?

Let us do it first thing in the morning.

WeIl... as Iong as you don't die on me.

I am not about to die... yet.

Love he said. Kiss me. Kiss my lips. Kiss my ear.

My fingers, my cock, my baIIs, my eyes, my brains.

Make me forget.

See you in the morning.

My buIl puIIed out there. I don't know what I am gonna do.

You are the only man I have ever known who wasn't in a rush.

Come on Iover man.

Love.

Is your mom okay?

Very very very elegant.

Very eIegant, haan?

Carry the fur.

Why shouId I?

Why? - Yeah, why?

Because i want to fuck you.

I want to be fucked untilI l have nothing left for the others.

Nothing.

BeautifuI.

l get it.

You want me to service you, haan?

Yeah, fiII it up.

WeII... you have to pay. Her too!

Why not? I wiII even pay for the room.

I wiII kiII you. You understand

I am paying for this. Now Iay down and take your pants off, sIave.

Now give it to me.

Take my soul with your cock.

Cass is in jaiI. It's probabaIy your fauIt.

Ya.

I need a favor Iover man. I got busted for hasselIing...

... and I want yo to come down and baiI me out, ok?

l am in County JaiI. Thanks.

You have the money?

You can go fuck yourseIf.

Now you are my man... forever.

Cass had that special look that got to me...

... while she's been blown away by the winds of

eternity and was swimming back against the currrent.

There was something mysterious going on and l plunged right in.

l was in over my head my mind kept telling me...

... I had to come up for some air.

The Cass was like a fluid fire and her flesh had already sucked me in.

I had to get away from her before l got burnt.

That was like trying to climb out of the whirlpool.

WeII... heIlo stranger.

Hey, don't go away... I'II be right back.

Are you ready - Just a second.

Good! Got any wine?

GaIIon in the cabinet.

Let's see what we have got here.

You deviI.

Mike! Hi! Hey how was your schooI today?

TerribIe.

Terrific! Here... here... go ahead with a Bimbo Pie.

I had this friend once. He had this desire...

... this obsession to return to his mother's womb.

And one day...

... that obsession became a reaIity.

It's okay... it's okay. Come to me my baby.

Wasn't true.

I made it up.

Ever heard the sound of one mouth screaming?

l had for years. My own.

l didn't want to go home. l didn't wanna see anybody.

l just needed to be invisible for a few days...

... to get down in the dirt. Booze myself with all the others.

The defeated, the demented and the damned!

They are the real people of this world.

And l was proud to be in their company.

Hi!

Know I was born on the same day as President Regan

l was invited to the White House for the party but when I got there, they wouIdn't Iet me in.

Yeah. . what that Iuck makes you!

Born on the same day but a Iot of good it did me.

Aaaah...

You are aIl right?

Yo go ahead and have a drink. I don't think l can make it.

Where is it?

Just in the back, around the corner.

So what are your hoIding man?

Come on, sit down.

Thanks.

Why so quiet?

Yaah! Nothing much to taIk about.

Come on boys...

... cheer up.

Here, to us!

Mad!

Mad! - Sometimes!

We are aII mad. - NaturaIIy.

Mad for gIory, mad for freedom...

... and we are gone mad you know we Iaugh or cry...

... Iying to the fate and fact of ilIusion and insanity.

AII meaningIess, aII ego.

For aII that madness, madness is our fate.

Hey you!

Wake up!

Get out of the car!

Out!

Easy. Easy.

Sorry. I had one of those nights.

Fucked and came running here... free hoteI

Son of a bitch!

Let me do it dad... Iet me.

Easy... Easy.

Don't touch our boy.

Let me kiII him dad... Iet me kiII him.

Heyyyyaaaa!

Enogh Dale! With it I'Id have a Iaw suit. Then I've it.

You are a Iucky man. Get outta here!

Thanks. Have a nice day.

I feel Iike a dead worm guII.

Oh yeah! Who teIIs you about death?

I don't wanna know.

As Iong as yo don't beIieve in God, you have nothing to sweat.

You're just offered the ride.

That isn't good and that isn't bad.

lt's just a joke we are on the deck.

There are worse things any way. Like Iiving with someone you don't like.

Or working eight hours on the job you hate. lt is definiteIy worse that death.

WaIk outta here.

What do you want? I am busy.

Out of my way! Gotta get my medicine.

What's up Pepito?

You won't beIieve how he eats my pussy.

We are getting married next month. lt's ok for you?

Is there any coffee

WeIcome back stranger.

lt's been a whiIe there, l didn't think l was gonna make it back.

Let's have a cIub soda.

I must be hearing that.

Cass' been around?

Cass Who is Cass?

But she is my girI now. AII right Cass? - Right.

Can I borrow your girI for a minute mikey?

But she is my girl now.

But she is my girl now.

You Iook sensationaI.

Thanks.

Did you miss me?

Yes.

l thought about you a Iot.

I thought what you were doing.

TerribIe. CIub soda. For the stomach.

I am 'asking' again.

I'm sad to hear that.

Life is sad. So Iet's not taIk about that.

Let's have a happy moment. PIease!

Sure why not Who knows, may be we wiII get Iucky.

Are you going to work

Work I never work.

You want a littIe attention, don't you?

Leave it aIone.

Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

I tried with a broken bottIe one night.

Fuck!

Kiss me.

Kiss my Iips.

My hair.

My fingers.

Make me forget.

Good morning Iadies. - Good morning CharIes.

This is where I used to write before I got famous.

Saw a wiId scene once.

SeaguIIs died bombing fIock of geese.

They were flying South, beating with their wings.

I thought they wanted to eat them.

They were doing it out of meanness.

Anybody in the bIue room - No

But I had to raise the price. It wiIl be thirty doIIars with your meaIs.

Wine not incIudes.

Why do you keep doing this to yourseIf?

What's the matter? Don't you Iike me any more?

Am I not so beautifuI?

Cass you bitch! l Iove you.

You are the most aIive woman l've ever met.

WiII you marry me?

Shit!

l guess I had fallen asleep after we made love again.

Cass had been crying.

She didn't make a sound but l could feel the tears.

They were wet and hot.

Pouring from some mortal wound in her soul as she held on to me.

Her long hair... spilling out across the sand like a flag of death.

Why the fuck did you take off Ieaving me on the sand bar?

I couId have drowned out there.

Huh!

I can't believe it.

They won't buIIshit me.

They realIy want me to come to New York.

Love he said... make me forget.

I wilI aIways remember that.

I wiII caII you from New York tomorrow night.

You stay here.

If things Iook good out there, I wiII send you a ticket.

Spend sometime together.

May be your luck's turned around.

Hey... hey.

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

What the fuck did you do to yourseIf?

Huh? What did you do?

I have cIosed it. For you. For everybody.

Forever!

Easy baby.

Lord God.

Jesus.

We wouId Iike to think we are isIand of caIm in the middle of the city,

You know where writers can come and reIax, enjoy a bit of soIitude.

Modern shoes?

Ya! I think I got the wrong size. They are kiIling my feet.

No probIem. We can fix some new ones.

Ya, fine. You mind if we go inside l am fucking freezing here.

Sure. Right this way.

We have got Iots of space here.

Ya, I can see that.

Hi AIexander! I wouId Iike you to meet one of our new authors.

Someone, we are Iucky enough to get out of Russia.

AIexander KoneaIovski.

Charles Serking.

Pleasure!

Where is your toiIet? I can't hoId it much Ionger.

Right this way.

WeIcome to WorId Land Mr. Serking.

Arthur! - Peter!

Mr. Strange, I presume.

It is pronounced 'Straunch'.

Join me for a gIass of wine.

I don't drink. Thank you.

Ah... aII the more for me then!

Peter, you sit here. I wilI sit there.

I want to see our poet.

ShaII we eat?

I realize that aIl this is a bit sudden for yo. Coming to New York... you know.

WeII... you can say that again.

WelI, I want you to feeI comfortabIe with us.

We have been aware of your work for quiet a whiIe.

And we feeI that your time has come.

May be.

No 'may be' is a 'but'.

WouId you Iike some quiche?

No thanks. I can't get anything down this time of the day.

The wine wiII do fine.

You shouId know that we are here to heIp you in our way.

For exampIe, you should stay and work here.

The taIent Iike yours needs other kinds of nourishment.

A Iot of attention.

. . , l am sorry.

No need to be! It's an oId Chinese custom. A sign of contentment.

It's been an interesting convo, won't you say?

Definitely strange! I mean ''Straunch''!

Na... now it's time to see Rock...

No! lt's okay. Its okay.

Okay.

You speak...

BeautifuI vine. How Iong did it take it to grow them?

Ten years.

You need a doctor not a publisher, he said.

Fuck you, I said.

That was the end of that.

l was back to square zero.

Here comes a guy who knows verything about women.

This truth you know aII right. -The asshoIe who knows everything.

Let me teII yo something Mister. You don't know a shit!

Hey... whiskey Kenny.

Have you seen Cass?

Haven't you heard?

Heard what?

She kiIIed herseIf.

How did she do it?

She slashed her throat.

This is a desecration! Have you no shame?

You are committing a sacriIege, a sacriIege!

A sacriIege! - Leave me aIone.

Let me say, my good byes in peace.

You are too beautiful. Too beautifuI...

You are too beautiful. Too beautifuI...

When the bottom drops out, it's a terrifying ride.

Throughout my life, I had always challanged the death of the soul of everybody.

The fools, the fiends, the friends, the fakers.

My mouth has always been big but I like to think my words are beautiful.

But now there were no words. Only emptiness.

And l was blinded by the ambers of memory and a

miIIion thoughts about the most beautifuI girI in town.

She was gone. Cass, that whore of an angle who flew too close to the ground and crashed.

l'II take care of my poor.

Look at his state. Lift up.

Are you Serking, the man who writes poems?

I don't write poems. I am a drunk and I enjoy it.

WiII you write me a poem?

What you wiII give me for?

Where does poetry come from?

You show me your tities and I wiII compose a poem.

Just for you.

Come to my isIand! Come on! Come!

You might know the poetry but you don't know the road.

And the Sun wheeIs mercy...

but Iike a torch carried too high.

And the jets sweep across it's sight...

and the rockets Ieap Iike toads.

Peace is no longer, for some reason, precious.

Madness drifts Iike IiIypads on the pond...

circIing senselessIy.

The painters paint.

They paint their reds and greens and yeIIows.

Poets rhyme their IonIiness.

Musicians starve as aIways.

And noveIists miss the mark.

But not the peIican, the guII.

PeIicans dip and dive.

Rise, shaking, shocked as dead...

radio-active fish in their beaks.

The sky breaks radiant arch.

FIowers open as they have aIways opened.

But covered with a thin dust...

with rocket fueI.

And mushrooms...

poison mushrooms.

And in a milIion rooms...

Iovers Iie interwined...

and Iost in sickest peace.

Can't we awaken

Must we, forever, dear friends...

die in our sIeep?