December 2010
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she drank most of her drink and started for her purse. “i have some children in ohio. they’re lovely children …” “forget that. we’ve been through that stage. tell me, do you suck dick?” “what do you mean?” “OH, BALLS!” i smashed my glass against the wall.
-charles bukowski, 3 chickens
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“all at once i loathed her, because she had hurt me. this girl! she had torn up...”
– john fante, ask the dust
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spring swan
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in current and I walked to the rotunda and overhead gods in chariots dogs, women circled, and death ran down my throat like a mouse, and I heard the people coming with their picnic bags and laughter, and I felt guilty for the swan as if death were a thing of shame and like a fool I walked away and left them my...
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“he was growing more mature. twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine. he had...”
– george orwell, keep the aspidistra flying
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“b, who is inclined to melancholy (or so he likes to think), is at first...”
– robert bolaño; last evenings on earth, “last evenings on earth”
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don’t do business drunk. or am i actually sober?
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escape
the best part was pulling down the shades stuffing the doorbell with rags putting the phone in the refrigerator and going to bed for 3 or 4 days.
and the next best part was nobody ever missed me.
-charles bukowski
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