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Garret
I've been re-reading Cobain's "Journals" (which I bought years before I became a Buk fan) and found this passage on pages 86 and 88 in a William S. Burroughs style story called "Critic goes God":
All this wonderully important deep thought hindered me from realizing that the entire house was filled with smoke from the Charles Bukowski books, and a very nice sized flame had spread to the curtains, which alarmed me. I had only a few minutes to get out of the house, so much for God."
"The first thing i did was burn all my Charles Bukowski books. I got the tinfoil out and spread it on the floor. Ripped the filthy innards of plankton literature into small pieces, and struck a match. I turned out the lights and watched the flames along with some home Super 8 movies I had made while under the influence of this life I've decided to change...
All this wonderully important deep thought hindered me from realizing that the entire house was filled with smoke from the Charles Bukowski books, and a very nice sized flame had spread to the curtains, which alarmed me. I had only a few minutes to get out of the house, so much for God."