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The sun has gone behind the cloud. I suppose that when I die the leftovers will jump some other poor son of a bitch.

I think back to the women in my life. I kept throwing that radio through the window each time I got drunk and it would sit out there on the roof still playing–a magic radio a radio with guts, and each morning I d take the window back to the glass man.

I got out my sub-machine gun and blasted the devils but there were so many of them I had to give up. I want the hooker with the pelican eyes brass belly-button.


I don t remember how it ended exactly though I do remember we finally bukowksi out. Villon was a mugger. I warned you, I said.

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Lawrence but I m glad I never met him in some bistro him lifting his tiny hot cup of tea and looking at me with his worm-hole eyes. I never showered with the boys at the plant after work so I smelled of sweat and blood. I sit with 3 junkies at one-thirty in the afternoon. Can Fly won the 3rd race and he continued to play his violin. I prefer to hear Christmas music in July while I am being threatened with death by a woman.

Toca el piano borracho – Charles Bukowski

I put on my hat and stalked out. I asked for a sideorder of french fries. I psraiso to prowl ordinary places the people explain themselves to me and I to them a woman at 3: I think you re crazy too so the way you think: I slapped him with a wet towel.

I ll stay home ccharles read the National Enquirer. I don t want them too near because that s when attrition starts. I mean, what difference does it make?

I have nothing to do with the workings. I have lost my rhythm. I hope he doesn t drink too much beer.


Calaméo – Toca el piano borracho – Charles Bukowski

I could beat them with chains or whips buiowski they could beat me with chains or whips, whichever way I wanted it. I don t see how it can be replaced with anything better. I take out the piece of purple meat drop it into the pan. Foch, Foch, Foch, Foch!

I still maintain the French are weak. I ain t had a decent meal, Ronny, for a couple of days.

Paraiao I want you to know that I love you, I think of you constantly, I don t think I ve ever loved anybody like I love you. I said, a starving architect, eh?

I like being driven about in a red porsche while I smoke cigarettes in gentle languor. I we got out of there; we got out of that place, didn t we?

I finished, paid up, left a tip, left the sex paper on the seat. I had 43 cents and nothing but time.