What seems to be the trouble, gentlemen? - Charles Bukowski |
the service was bad and the bellboy kept bringing in towels at the wrong moment. drunk, I finally clubbed him along the side of the head. he was a little man and he fell like an October leaf, quite do...
Posted by Don Huan Pablo Lifone on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 03:28:00 PST |
Freedom - Charles Bukowski |
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and loved the way she told him things that seemed true but were not, and he knew the color of each of h...
Posted by Don Huan Pablo Lifone on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 03:03:00 PST |
What A Man I Was - Charles Bukowski |
I shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then I shot off everything that counts and when he bent over to pick up his drawers and his marbles (p...
Posted by Don Huan Pablo Lifone on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 02:57:00 PST |
