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12:06 AM ||



de: Love is A Mad Dog From Hell, Bukowski

I don't know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after
splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"

the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.

while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horney cowboys.

well, there's beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.

rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.

10:04 AM ||



Todos devem acreditar em alguma coisa. Eu acredito que vou tomar mais uma gelada.

12:12 AM ||



6:31 AM ||



a vida adulta é a pré-adolescência com contas a pagar e álcool

4:04 PM ||



aquele lance de que é dos carecas que elas gostam mais é muita mentira.

11:38 PM ||



meu destino só fode comigo.
odeio ele e espero que ele morra.

9:43 PM ||



o rudá é muito o cara que troca o papel higiênico de lugar.

5:04 AM ||



"eu gosto de você. vamos beber cerveja?"

7:23 PM ||



seria tão bom se desse pra dar ctrl+z em certas partes da vida.

10:28 PM ||


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