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here's how this is gonnna work. i'm not in any condition to dictate anything to anyone but that's what we're doing. i talk he types. i'm not going to do any of the work i'm just going to sit here and continue to drink. i talk he types. we have been doing this for a while - i'm no longer married to my mother so i'm seeing other people - i talk he types. now we're sick. no more of the same shit. every fucking day the same shit.
now the point to make is - why hasnt old dirty charles bukowski bailed out? what the fuck is he still doing there, working like a maggot, takin drink orders from the man himself - fucked if he knows. for now i quit. be my friendster.
i've been training dogs in my spare time. i've been training them to stare at the drowsy girl. i don't know her name, but i like her. i have a lot of spare time. nuances of the void in time and space. it's hot. my emotional void is full. my time is done. the prejudice of my experience led me to beleive there was some way to get-off down here, but there isn't. only this - and lemme tell ya, this gets awfully fucking boring awfully fucking fast.
it smells like a weeping dumpster and the drowsy girl is starting to look terrified. perhaps it is time to open a window. nowhere to jump, no cork in the bottle, forget me, greatness was never my thing.
cats from the other coast writing me letters, asking me to read their shit. fuck em, toss em. heaven must be full of babies and retards. what little mail i get from up there has dribble on it.
talk to me. terrify me.
someone wake her up and make her sing, she's got a voice like cracked glass.
i'm never going to see Leonard Cohen again.
Date Written: May 12, 2004Comments:
Average Vote: 2.4
05/17/2004 TheBuyer (4): Bukowski is dead, long live Bukowski.
05/17/2004 Will Disney: wait - what's happening here? i like the part about the broads.
05/17/2004 Mr. Pony: Bukowski died?
05/17/2004 Benny Maniacs (3): This sounds like one of those insatiable(?) corpse thingies. It seemed equally compelling and annoying. I talk he types.
05/17/2004 anonymous: 1920-1994
Bukowski spent much of his life sleeping on the streets, and was a long-term functioning alcoholic. One of his poems describes his enjoyment of having a medical checkup at which he found that his drinking had had no perceptible effect on his health.
The film Barfly, starring Mickey Rourke, was based on his life, the main character being his alter-ego, Henry Chinaski. His novel Hollywood was based on the tribulations of making this film.
05/17/2004 anonymous: Benny, I don't what you mean by the insatiable corpse comment. For clarity, the short's title is "channelling a dirty old man". If it was "zombie bukowski is coming" or "dead body-language" or "look at all the corpses" or something I wouldn't ask you to clarify, but it's not.
05/17/2004 Mr. Pony: Exquisite Corpse
05/17/2004 John Slocum: I didn't laugh once, nor was I moved. Where does that leave me in voting?
05/17/2004 John Slocum (3): It'll leave me here.
05/17/2004 anonymous: clarified, thanks Pony
05/17/2004 qualcomm (2): doesn't sound much like bukowski.
05/17/2004 Jon Matza: The lack of initial caps, rambling verbiage and uninhibited use of swear words amounts to a corruscating homage to Bukowski...
05/17/2004 Jon Matza (2):
05/17/2004 anonymous: Even my Irish soft-rock has never been compared to Irish soft- rock, that actually stings a little; I'm pissed off that I couldn't make this work.
05/17/2004 scoop (2): I think if this had ended at the "be my friendster" line it might have worked. as it stands, it seems kind of wallow in a murky purgatory somewhere between a tribute and a lampoon.
05/17/2004 TheBuyer: be my friendster