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the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills. Alone With Everybody - Bukowski. |
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Charles Bukowski is similar to Salinger, except everything is a lot more violent and sexual. I just read Ham on Rye, really good book. |
Just finished "Post Office." It had it's ups and downs, but mostly ups, it was pretty good. I was going to read "Tough Luck" by Jason Starr next, but I may end up skipping it all together. I think I am going to start in on "Tropic of Cancer." I'm glad I took off sick at lunch today.
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ham on rye is excellent and harsh the whole way through.
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