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CockroachToday i woke up / went outside to take a **** / and when i came back in
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Safe Comfortable (therefore stationary)soft silly syllables sauntering slowly at sunset / after all ambiguous adjectives adversely affect our amicability / feigning fickleness funding fearfulness finding finality in foolishness
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In an Attempt to Explain Lust Or: The Grit Under Your Fingernails, that's a bit of meMaybe one day I will find out / what it means to love / I know what lust is
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A Word of Advice For My GenerationIt is time for a cleansing / washaway this job / this car, wife and children
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Wantspinning twirling / fire dancing / laughing singing
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Fishin'I cast my line into the water. The bobber bounced a few times and then rested on the surface slightly cocked to the side. I pulled my hat down low, just far enough to block the sun and still see the water. Everything was quiet. Tigger was running around the other end of the pond, looking for raccoons I guess. He went to the water and took a drink, then he took off into the woods. He’ll be back. I love that dog. I must have had him for 10 years now. / I lit up a cigarette, a Marb red. God, this is the life, man, just chillin, fishin. I had other things to do. I should be looking for a job I guess. I should probably be cleaning my apartment, or taking care of those overdraft fees, I forgot about those, **** Oh well, this is my day. The birds had started to sing again. I whistled along, Andy Griffith’s theme song, God’s gift to whistlin fishermen. I could feel the sun on my bare arms. That’ll be good for my tan. I took another drag on my cigarette, the air was calm enough that I could blow smoke rings. So I did, for about an hour. / Then out of the corner of my eye I saw the tip of my pole dip down a little, it did it again, again, and again. Finally the bobber disappeared under the water. I grabbed my pole and started to reel ‘er in. It was a catfish, about five pounds I’d say. This was perfect, I would get Tigger and we could go home and fry this sucker up, and I would drink a few brews, watch the game and go to bed. What a wonderful day. I called for Tigger, but he didn’t come out of the woods. Probably found one of those ***** So I walked around the pond to where I saw him go in. No matter how many times I called for him he didn’t come back. I searched for two whole hours but I couldn’t find my dog. He was gone.
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Timeless and TiresomeWe were playing a strange game / this old man and I / the coin in the middle of the table
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just two and a half of usBUKOWSKI / bukowski while my two best friends **** / this is what i am reduced too
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Foxhole Affairsto love / deadly lies / razor sharp feelings
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Starkly Raving MadnessA lion that cannot roar, / A mouse's voice that booms across a tiny horizon / in a box pushed up against the window
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