that wasn't beating around the bush. that was a "burning bush". bitch...
mind your place, prospect. now go clean my motorcycle with your toothbrush, get me a beer, and
tell your woman she gave me crabs again...
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that wasn't beating around the bush. that was a "burning bush". bitch...
mind your place, prospect. now go clean my motorcycle with your toothbrush, get me a beer, and
tell your woman she gave me crabs again...
Yeah. Where's Pogue and Sky's posts?
Hmmm.....Scotland looks a bit different since my last visit.
I think Beard contacted Saul Goodman's guy, for Growing Beard has been disappeared.
Pogue Mahone
Officials say drugs may have played a part
I realize he had very little to contribute and what he did contribute was way too fucking long. My "words hurt" comment was tongue and cheek, but this "Lord of the Flies" shit is starting to get a little too "Animal Farm" for me.
Sky and I are over on the next island, fucking like Banshees, reading Bukowski to the natives like a couple of Mormons on their first mission, and ordering four rounds at last call. She's a monster in bed too... we got a complaint about too much screaming at 4 a.m., but it was me doing all the screaming. That's nurses for you...
I any case, R.I.P. Growing Beard. May you mumble in your sleep where no one can hear...
Sky and I are over on the next island, fucking like Banshees, reading Bukowski to the natives like a couple of Mormons on their first mission, and ordering four rounds at last call. She's a monster in bed too... we got a complaint about too much screaming at 4 a.m., but it was me doing all the screaming. That's nurses for you...
I any case, R.I.P. Growing Beard. May you mumble in your sleep where no one can hear...
Ain't love grand. Now where's my Wormwood Pogue? Or did you gift that along with tobacco to the Islanders?
Gary Eisenberg
RIP
This is damned good writing, Pogue Malone. Keep 'em coming!
Okay..... I finally found it. Getting back to business here. I found the paragraph that I was using as my example of how Buk described himself and his inability to get along with other people once he met them. I know I'm kind of ruining a really funny string of posts but I've got to get this off my chest.
This is from "Screams From the Balcony." It's page 168.
"I've never felt good with the crowd and it started in grammar school, I sensed that they touched each other understood each other but that I did not belong and now, 45 years old, I find I still do not belong, fuck dramatics, but the worst part is that I do not even belong with the best ones, the living ones, I seem sliced off for ever by some god damn trick, either my imagining or some type of insanity, but even the good ones leave me dangling and I feel like a fool, and I know that I am a fool for I feel what I know."
So, this is what I wanted to share as far as the main topic of Bukowski and his split with Corrington. Just got home from work on Saturday night and some wine and smokes and Bukowski.net is going to set me straight.
This is from "Screams From the Balcony." It's page 168.
"I've never felt good with the crowd and it started in grammar school, I sensed that they touched each other understood each other but that I did not belong and now, 45 years old, I find I still do not belong, fuck dramatics, but the worst part is that I do not even belong with the best ones, the living ones, I seem sliced off for ever by some god damn trick, either my imagining or some type of insanity, but even the good ones leave me dangling and I feel like a fool, and I know that I am a fool for I feel what I know."
So, this is what I wanted to share as far as the main topic of Bukowski and his split with Corrington. Just got home from work on Saturday night and some wine and smokes and Bukowski.net is going to set me straight.
