The Crunch (Charles Bukowski Poems)
too much too little too fattoo thinor nobody. laughter ortears haterslovers strangers with faces likethe backs ofthumb tacks armies running ...
too much too little too fattoo thinor nobody. laughter ortears haterslovers strangers with faces likethe backs ofthumb tacks armies running ...
it often happens when the party isgoing well,somebody will say, "wait a minute, thatreminds me, I heard thisjoke, it will ...
this fear of being what they are:dead. at least they are not out on the street, theyare careful to stay ...
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come ...
I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half handicapping tomorrow's card. when am I going to get at the poems? well, they'll just ...
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and hollow upon the billion-blooded sea I ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
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