#AmericanWriters
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
I reached up into the top of the c… and took out a pair of blue pantie… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?”
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…