Bukowski had six cats, but I think that one is probably good enough for me. One takes up enough of my time. One gives me enough to write about. And I don’t want to be like Bukowski anyways. He wouldn’t want to be like me. Because good writing isn’t about being like anyone. It’s aboutContinue reading “Cats”
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Reading
I got really high Last night, And I stayed up Reading Bukowski And listening to Cash. Although, I don’t know anyone else Who stayed up Reading Bukowski Or listening to Cash – Not when everyone Else that I know Spends every hour In the glow of their phone, Tweeting and Snapping and Watching porn. ButContinue reading “Reading”
