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ClassicsCharles Bukowski
comfrock, you ********** get up off your crazy knees and I'll belt you down again -- what's that? you say I eat stem pipes? I'll **** you! stop crying. god **** all right, we dumped your car into the sea and ***** your daughter but we are only extending the possibilities of a working realism, shut up!, I said any man must be ready for anything and if he isn't then he isn't a man a goat a note or a plantleaf, you shoulda known the entirety of the trap, ******* love means eventual pain victory means eventual defeat grace means eventual slovenliness, there's no way out . . . you see, you understand? hey, Mickey, hold his head up want to break his nose with this pipe . . . god **** I almost forgot the nose! death is every second, punk. the calendar is death. the sheets are death. you put on your stockings: death. buttons on your shirt are death. lace sportshirts are death. don't you smell it? temperature is death. little girls are death. free coupons are death. carrots are death. didn't you know? o.k., Mack, we got the nose. no, not the ***** too much bleeding. what was he when? oh, yeah, he used to be a cabby we snatched him from his cab right off Madison, destroyed his home, his car, ***** his 12 year old daughter, it was beautiful, burned his wife with gasoline. look at his eyes begging mercy . . .
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comfrock, you ********** get up off your crazy knees and I'll belt you down again -- what's that? you say I eat stem pipes? I'll **** you! stop crying. god **** all right, we dumped your car into the sea and ***** your daughter but we are only extending the possibilities of a working realism, shut up!, I said any man must be ready for anything and if he isn't then he isn't a man a goat a note or a plantleaf, you shoulda known the entirety of the trap, ******* love means eventual pain victory means eventual defeat grace means eventual slovenliness, there's no way out . . . you see, you understand? hey, Mickey, hold his head up want to break his nose with this pipe . . . god **** I almost forgot the nose! death is every second, punk. the calendar is death. the sheets are death. you put on your stockings: death. buttons on your shirt are death. lace sportshirts are death. don't you smell it? temperature is death. little girls are death. free coupons are death. carrots are death. didn't you know? o.k., Mack, we got the nose. no, not the ***** too much bleeding. what was he when? oh, yeah, he used to be a cabby we snatched him from his cab right off Madison, destroyed his home, his car, ***** his 12 year old daughter, it was beautiful, burned his wife with gasoline. look at his eyes begging mercy . . .
Charles Bukowski
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Charles Bukowski
1920 - 1994/Male/American