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Me and your sometimes love poems.
Trying to find Bukowski in used bookstores is like trying to find Tom Waits or Townes in used record stores. The girl on the TV has fake tits. They're up around her chin and stiff as concrete.


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There're bugs on the ground and a smell in my kitchen. Maybe I'll write a novel that starts with that sentence. Maybe I could write a novel if I weren't in the habit of using "that" for every other word. I find I am a poor housekeeper. It doesn't bother me any, except when other people are present to play witness. I find myself shielding guests ( Read more... )

Home Movies.

Can someone please explain to me how a seriously strange John Waters' film got made into, first, a Broadway musical which then, in turn, got made back into a movie. Only this time with Amanda Bynes and John Travolta playing the mother once portrayed by Divine, a three hundred pound drag queen made famous by eating real dog shit (among other things ( Read more... )

I need a new book in a bad way, but a certain kind of book. I need something to get completely sucked into. Preferably a series. The last things that really did it were Preacher, the Golden Compass series, Lonesome Dove, and all those T. H. White books. Sort of fluffy, but totally badass, where I can make friends and stay home and be totally in ( Read more... )

Coffee shop last night. Hope you don't mind, Ali, (but I know you won't).
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