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Crazy times of dime bag dreams and fevered river scenes that would drown the lice in Bukowski's beard. There was a quiet stretch of sand on the Iowa River, not far from downtown. I pitched a tent in the woods behind that little beach. Blue herons and blue ***** I hadn't been laid in a while. A woman in a red one-piece swimsuit used to come on sunny days and lie in the sand drinking Chardonnay. I should have done like the crawdaddy and backed away. I stumbled out of the woods one afternoon, and began talking to her and drinking her wine. We laughed and drank under that demented Iowa sun. At night, we peeled off our clothes and swam in the river with the water snakes and ghosts that floated down from the university. I'm almost positive that Dylan Thomas and Vonnegut drank with us one night. It could have just been cholera or typhoid. I built a fire after our swim, and we danced naked and ****** next to an old elm tree. The otters and muskrats watched, as the crawdaddyy slowly backed away into the wine-soaked night.
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May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC
Life on the River
Crazy times of dime bag dreams and fevered river scenes that would drown the lice in Bukowski's beard. There was a quiet stretch of sand on the Iowa River, not far from downtown. I pitched a tent in the woods behind that little beach. Blue herons and blue ***** I hadn't been laid in a while. A woman in a red one-piece swimsuit used to come on sunny days and lie in the sand drinking Chardonnay. I should have done like the crawdaddy and backed away. I stumbled out of the woods one afternoon, and began talking to her and drinking her wine. We laughed and drank under that demented Iowa sun. At night, we peeled off our clothes and swam in the river with the water snakes and ghosts that floated down from the university. I'm almost positive that Dylan Thomas and Vonnegut drank with us one night. It could have just been cholera or typhoid. I built a fire after our swim, and we danced naked and ****** next to an old elm tree. The otters and muskrats watched, as the crawdaddyy slowly backed away into the wine-soaked night.
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59/M/Clear Lake
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC
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