An Update to TodayNothing seems more right
than reading Bukowski while taking a shit; and why do all the little girls in Chinatown wear purple winter coats? Yesterday I slept, woke up, got a bus, slept, found you sleepy and sick in your bed, slept, dreamt I was Apocalypse coming to usher in the end of the world, I reveled in that thought, the end, the beginning, death and life and all that, I was in a theatre, someone had written a musical about my godlike feats, I watched it from the balcony VIP, but I couldn't remember her name, I called her Ashley and was wrong, woke up, had dinner, a cold turkey sandwich from 7-11 (Joe would be proud) and then turned in for the night with you coughing and wheezing, and me feeling you up, I am sorry I left for the night into my running head to nothing and now I'll leave Bukowski in the bathroom for you to find and ask why? So I can laugh and we can go to bed together because it makes sense.
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