Did you ever notice that the title, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit has the same number of characters (if you include spaces) as a piano has keys?
I don't think so.
Google: Bilderberg, Blackwater, 9/11 Truth, Moon landing...
Fuck the soprano or comfort the soprano?
We know what Bukowski wants to do. But apparently Martin can't decide which he wants to do.
to weep in her hair
Thanks to Black Swan for sending me the manuscript for this one!