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i loved buk* from the get-go thank you lizzie from norway do not lose them mother ****** you would say.. notes of a ***** old man and factotem- i remember them.. through him i liked poetry.. some may say adolescent but he made so love.. and in post office when an alsation smells his **** we are all transported to heaven..! he threatened his audience.. who the hell is tom jones.. ii well,lizzie, i lost them.. and losing borrowed books were we in hell.. i lent them to some one who swore the same..i hear your laugh! he had a head on in the dark he broke his leg and his friend broke his arm.. the books were gone.. stupid **** you would say i recall you big honest grin.. you said you liked me.. because i never turned down a drink.. if this was irony it was lost on me..lol.. so the books picked up by some one passing and loved and cherished just like i do  you now.. changing lives and growing love.. i thought about you.. when they carried each other past to the bathroom.. just drunk and fine! while we looked on thanks for lending me them... iii lily say something she is busy reading the rats by james herbert.. a late sixties horror classic every one gets it.. the rat is so deep in our pscyche these one´s are wise too..dog size..packs.. they have the taste for human flesh.. it is early days.. it is a secret a scratch causes death within 24 hours.. it is herberts way this is a real period piece a simple style we had a national health system..last remnents of a great empire.. a working class rats..are..eating..people... in amongst our order be it puppy baby school boy mary.. they are slashing and pulling cheeks away.. i do skip bits..where is the wine.. astrix charles bukowski..
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
charles bukowski
i loved buk* from the get-go thank you lizzie from norway do not lose them mother ****** you would say.. notes of a ***** old man and factotem- i remember them.. through him i liked poetry.. some may say adolescent but he made so love.. and in post office when an alsation smells his **** we are all transported to heaven..! he threatened his audience.. who the hell is tom jones.. ii well,lizzie, i lost them.. and losing borrowed books were we in hell.. i lent them to some one who swore the same..i hear your laugh! he had a head on in the dark he broke his leg and his friend broke his arm.. the books were gone.. stupid **** you would say i recall you big honest grin.. you said you liked me.. because i never turned down a drink.. if this was irony it was lost on me..lol.. so the books picked up by some one passing and loved and cherished just like i do  you now.. changing lives and growing love.. i thought about you.. when they carried each other past to the bathroom.. just drunk and fine! while we looked on thanks for lending me them... iii lily say something she is busy reading the rats by james herbert.. a late sixties horror classic every one gets it.. the rat is so deep in our pscyche these one´s are wise too..dog size..packs.. they have the taste for human flesh.. it is early days.. it is a secret a scratch causes death within 24 hours.. it is herberts way this is a real period piece a simple style we had a national health system..last remnents of a great empire.. a working class rats..are..eating..people... in amongst our order be it puppy baby school boy mary.. they are slashing and pulling cheeks away.. i do skip bits..where is the wine.. astrix charles bukowski..
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
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