Bukowski was a mean drunkafter reading your interview with him on the other sidehe knew it, tooI hope that plant was artificialotherwise, he killed ityour son had the munchiesafter smoking weedgood thing you werethe designated driverthere's a big differencebetween this art workand the othersexcept one other piece I've seen
Cute poem, Salem's Lot, I love it.
I would think she kept the plant dirt to put a little in her coffee every morning. Such are the ramifications of cults of personality... you know you are truly famous when envious Puritans will eat the peanuts out of your shit and smile pearly-wide while pronouncing your name with an apostrophe "s" addended before they swallow. Wheee! I wanna be famous too!
If you were a little more famous, Bill, you would not be so bitter. Gerry
Better to eat dirt than worms, Mr.Bill
Bill, if that is your real name, or just something that you owe, your verbosity reminds me of English 101, and I quote if you can't dazzle them with brilliance then just baffle them with bullshit.