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he's down for the count face marred by age or misery(though no difference) he sits alone at the bar alone for now, he remembers - find a 50 dollar ***** tonight. worth 50? Hell, he'll give you a hundred (call it compensation - emotional distress) because money is dirt that **** means nothing life is poverty when madness is wasted. "Christ," she said "you're useless," she said, "I'm old," he snarls, "we're all ruined." he chugs and chugs to burn and burn all great men rage. he crawls to his death bed and dreams a beautiful dream that God, or someone, would save him.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
For Bukowski
he's down for the count face marred by age or misery(though no difference) he sits alone at the bar alone for now, he remembers - find a 50 dollar ***** tonight. worth 50? Hell, he'll give you a hundred (call it compensation - emotional distress) because money is dirt that **** means nothing life is poverty when madness is wasted. "Christ," she said "you're useless," she said, "I'm old," he snarls, "we're all ruined." he chugs and chugs to burn and burn all great men rage. he crawls to his death bed and dreams a beautiful dream that God, or someone, would save him.
emily-7
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
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