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when i wake up and take a shit i sit on the toilet and read charles bukowski’s poetry outloud.  his shit is much better when read outloud cause you can hear how tough his line is.  he would’ve loved that i read on the toilet.  i think that’s why i do it.  bukowski has been a good friend to me ever since that first book flew off the book shelf, whizzed across the library, and buk’d me in the forehead.  i read bukowski alone for almost half a year.  i wouldn’t consider anything else REAL writing.  bukowski is writing.  the way i think of it anyway.  he writes with urgency, like his soul is on fire and the only way to bear it is to bare it to you.

i’ve been meaning to post some of his work for awhile.  except you have to promise not to print it out and to go buy the damn books.

this isn’t his most profound work but i was sitting on the shitter and thought "this is clever, imma post it."  so here it is:

EXPERIENCE

she claimed to be

worldly

to have traveled

everywhere

was said to have known

many famous men and even

slept with some of

them.

really she had

(she said)

done it

all.

after dinner

at a neighborhood Japanese restaurant

I asked her

if she would care for a

drink.

she ran her eyes

over the menu

then said she guessed

she’d have the

sake

which I

ordered.

and when the drink

arrived

she picked it

up

sipped

then quickly set it

down

looking disgusted.

"what’s the matter?"

I asked.

she replied,

"why is this

stuff

hot?"

-c.b.

learn more about this awesome dude.

i might as well post some of my own work:

THOSE THREE WORDS

fuck off.

bye!

-mlv

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