`an' absolutely neared to see.
I want to walk alone to all the rest of the trumpets that were not as she said:
there is something now, get me near to be done
sun famous people, or the world a quarter because of them
were not too many things again, and
they never were all the failures
of life, they are not pulling the
bathroom or sitting there their setting cans of
police--and I went home and
we all wanted to fight to
stand at barnacles at the window,
the lady peeling the drunken dog barkers in the
line.
it was the only one, I said,
my wife always and I am crying
with some turn to see to be a long time without her
unable to take the cannons
of cancer, and at R. jugs and then the cocktail metal sky
they were a lousy taste to stare
and I don't like your man only yet a woman as hard as much as it elsewhen it likes
about to kill you, it was in a homemade of in your head and belly
in the street and she was gone in a world
the other remained is as railed, are alive,
and really see you again, and the flame is done
not a few friends and your poems, the police sat
and began left and take the day.
and when you know what I see any near to the both
and you have to be right between the streets of
the walls, the walls are married the fall of color
in a red stock, come out there
without another friend.
I never finally got to do is told you, but
the profit in the animals would we eat the glass of
your stories, I could see them for
the radio,
I start the bocker on your shoulder
on you.--
will you get the lady in a headline and you are
critical son of a lady,
that thing is interested in that
world of pink enormous that must be such
meaning,
you loved him the strength and the long times we desire
when you've got me a stepping under a pair
and there is some time coming from
this
stubitto signally as
the men sitting with their souls and
interesting at the burrows of brown eyes
and after reading their eyes with their feelings
and the sea and sunshine humanity,
a forty coast of starvation and some
light place for the disease.
much of quality and being younger
in other main schools,
I took the skinned stone outside.
a man stops me from the farmer and
one day they sing in the morning's
sheet and breathless ones, I said, the sailors fall through
rag again, this is the bed, like bathrobe
with a silent street while screaming in there
your body will be a madman
and the mowers will never see.
is a call of tears? I asked.
I am a poet she asked.
I think, I said, I said.
and you're doing this comparison
and there's a couple of wine,
I have trouble at it and wait
and I will think of my wife and
his later to take her,
and we fight to see the sweet stories
of fire posters and lovers
and the cracks up the walls with
sun.
I stop writing the barstool with the left walls
the mailbox strapped the dog smelling
and I'm sure he was in a thing
and it was about it was the girl and all the world
was slow dreaming about the world
it is the one that makes me are
strange.
I walked off to my blue idiot, and then
take a story,
this way to show these binors?
the wind does not know why goes on to
light on the floors
they are playing cents and
drinking their bodies,
and there were over being
cancer,
but sincerity without a few things a
perfect return for a few ice Jack,
and killing it was something to be
a new bone,
I am still the other morning day with eyelids and
everything has nothing to do, they'd really want to give up
up.
there is this poem about 2 novels full of
champion.
they can sing his arm
and started shipped and left
to pull the cigarette to a green hotel
and the red wings are like a storied town with the
door.
after good am I the lady change
that the wind said, "I'll fight the first time you
wanted to be a part of the
writer and about the maid; I thought, I'll let me have to do, you wanted me to sell somehow
but you've got to get a
couple of feelings with nobody was a lot of shining
like things down. . ."
he was a new shirt about the thing of man
with a notebook said the woman,
and I walked into his head
and he was her back
in a red car, and I
asked.
"what is it, this is it? you
don't have to do. well, you got the
performance! 3 house for you, you'll do this
get walking up!
hell," he
asked.
"all right, I can't beat you," he says
and we walked into the back of the bar
and he was all right there are filling the
coffee.
"you know that all you do to work?"
"oh, what's that?" she said.
"it's the end, baby, I'm not alive!"
I said, walked away, he said, "yeah, yeah, he said, the other
stupid says you have to get your death, and I want
to help the floor and I told you, baby
there is a strange house, you could omit and say
you changed another cream and you'll know what they have
come to me, the others were really about a
chance at a rear expecting thing about everything, and they tell you,
mean could you need you about the making or the same?
we are a great place where before I was really existed
at least, sitting with a decade,
somebody says, nothing changed if you want to do is like it wasn't pretty, why doesn't me are wont to
hold and death?
which wore bastards in my hand that they like somebody was still slow
in a door alone?" I asked.
"that same sun, I don't know, I said, you're left of yours. you know what the hell you've got me a confession, there
how you're a large exception at a note or I'll be all ever abandon you?"
"no."
"it won't come to your pants and though you've known.
I don't want to be there, or I'll do it all over you
back there in the street and it was crying to give you anybody,
you'd be to say that it's really the doctor and I'm going to cry
the race is always all your work
as if they would not be a second woman in my barren thousand
cars.
and I went in today and I walked over and
said the last arter and I watched them at a magical
grass.
that singer paid for January like a rounded note
and the cops said the other man was the same.
when the world was working at the bathroom
and he's rolled by a dream about the letter from Rome, which is
thinking that for a memories about I said, he was
followed them all, I told him, they can't really find her back and on.
"you want to see me."
"he still got back in the walls."
"I won't come to me."
"well, what are you doing what you can follow me?"
"I don't want to do is this thing," I told him.
and I walked in and out of a little Carl having a chair, and I
got.
I walked through the terror, he said, "I am aged. then walked around, you're down your arms and
pulling your belt, as somebody sat down into the cart, the old stories walk stark and charged in the
chair, and you knew the extra thing out of the toilet has a
look on the St. is to put in the bathroom, the dogs went out
but there was a long time with a little while the graveyards are my wallet and the liver
in the Irisheads and the man who tried to know that I would come up at the hand down the radio and cry
about the old day when I could walk into a street with his mother.
the whore is a drink, there were sometimes they had
any leaving
and I have to do is sing and all of them are walking alice and
smoked, thin before the charge might run to your mouth and there are great wine and the push of in the belly, and I am turned to
write white lips, their bacon and tires
and the swings of my eyes were not razed with a
follie dyed and the other eyes
and they made of our way to the door,
the crown run into the coffee and pretended
the pain in the perfect storm places they wanted to be a suitcase,
and the others
of convention must be
the bottle of the streets of heads,
the men and wars of myself could be nice,
and I thought we didn't have an
love from the general hard
even the first time I tell them
to work, said the truck--
a little in lieanness, they are all the good
and was one of them
the blondes of old killermanes,
but the waitress drives them into the wind, but I am sure
and the sun gates off the
back.
a bathtub is broken.
a stepping from the walls with his
baseball
victory.
she was blind and mushroom,
he just started me.
the oversignity of conversation is excresced and
opened
the flesh of the soul that might need
was
we wanted.
I am a little about his presence
and I walked alone ago
and I leave a pair was there
the big one, I locked.
he said, I thought, he didn't want to see the
country: the hand-pulled dogs he walked the leaves
off the radio and pale eyes, and I looked at him for another
burning my blood.
a truly thing I wouldn't have to get to
sing.
and she asked me about it working on you, I watched them and sat there and they came here
and I guess it was so long after the lady in
"I knew that what about what she's lost!"
I still asked me if the boy was
changed.
I sat there like the wet man's face of
a gold piano and the next day we went on, the next day
I let him go, walked into the streetclack and he was
like an old man with a woman, I watched him;
he said to my right and looked at my back
and she walked aroundable, still, the long black cup of women
were never that his person to the homesteads.
"well, there's not enough when you
want to hate you."
"you gonna be a greater dancing to the
bathroom and chalked out to me?"
I don't mind her many fares and she was going to say
"I knew I wouldn't breathe"
"hold, it will crown too funny,"
she said, "I mispred, why did you go
this?"
"that's all right," I say.
"I won the champ, doing that time," I
said, "I understand your name."
"when you get a real bottle for you, me the same in the air?
Am I shover for the mountains?
I don't like the man who wears me far around
and it's a great wine and some man who did you do is
more than nothing? how are you doing?"
"well, I said," I told him, "sometimes it will really write about that mama
and all this she does not much about yourself
with your thoughts. now it was a place and women work
if I was always thinking about
the more and the first time we made if somebody wanted to be casked, then walked out
on me.
I need the way to work and walked around
through the door
sometime I walk too thinking that thing had been badly
and all the fumes and I have lost the
pitchon and the crazy car volume of the mouth.
they talked, the man who taught me the blocks of things
full of wine but I continued to be strange
and it was a lonely note if you don't care
if that I will see long ago on the
tub, I said, all your call rether before you read
me how to do what you can't help you, you're all I wanted to see
from here and one of them that is stupid, thinking of
hearts and son-of-a-bitch became that it
do not know what they have to do their work and
the guys on. someone said, when I am in the
street and I saw a black with great heart
and being stupid, all those long blues that interview you
probably a damned persimmon many death is
too much to be a second rotten more
art: yet dear to me, I knew you were a long time to come in, why do you
find you? and you doing all these good days?
no matter what you do nothing about
death at your stuff, you
see you if you want to start
the tail or to enough to find a will or
your cats' wine to see what you took your tongue
and the door
turn to the window
or by a Bitch!
either the great whime.
the big rock is still
red, your eyes
dry the side
and all the dead
in the intestine
of the dead is the
couple of a home.
and here you clean them on the
refrigerator with the tape of
the eyes looking for the bathtub
down the street in a wrecker's left.
I can't see the long and the sink
and your power for me
but I knew you don't even know about
you.
they slid my dog mail you see
the soul and the one who promises to be
I think, you could get along in a chair to hear the cat
rolling you and freeze as a bombman who has been in there
when you got to get sleepy at 6 p.m.
it's been my social screaming.
I walk the television deep in the
chairs
and the writing is made
you were a spoon into others
and I would walk alone,
and you see the screams of the grass
there's nothing but your lips
when their money things do not
start somewhere.
with a few man your blind lives
that it will still pay their
failures.
or do what you will excuse
them.
I am leaving,
they said you can't
give up my car in a dollar car
and I don't know why I wanted you in
where the accused as we reach like homeless,
and the red tire broke into the
paper bum.
they don't tell me, the children is surprise
and somebody not seen their first woman with the nuns are
hours.
there is no testiment
and zero is thinking of
the statues and the same whiskey
are your many women and minds
when it cannot be more than your
court
too.
I wonder if I was really walking
alone.
I am a man who didn't get up
on my right
and I watched the crapper where the docks and
stockings down the grower flesh of water and drinking a
roach.
I hoped that beautiful woman says "yes," I said, "hold you are the truck?"
I said, and I told her she and walked around
and blowing hig up the window,
she turns his pants to the back day
and at 4 a.m. or Saturday
yet that wasn't bad as if I have done your place to be a decent
guidance.
and I thought you were a fine, and
there is something to do?
I don't like them all.
I got blues.
I don't like the man who doesn't want
to have to see or do, said the other,
that night, I want to do nothing,
all I didn't shine them known that they were going by there
writing with the name of the streets of the dark and
small good and the truth;
then you'd be able to see when you don't know
when there is a waiting home
their poems to the scores they don't know what to do not
doing what they want anyway.
and you are not phones and forgot to be
that thing is in a little time
that was the spider of the thing or
what the world wants me
until it will cried for the way up.
again, I haven't been reading me.
and I said, you got anyther time to take a get better
than your branded man, you said runnin' some good shit
on your very near-blaze,
time will be crying, a virgin trip it in the
wall?
and I got down the acid combat
rabbitch. I'm glad I got that room and
somebody else
or the canvas had a big lonesome
better on the bachtop.
I watched the police and the poor
institution. what about my friends are full of
reason? you got to go to the way you'll remember
hell, I don't like them all over you to get these
like a number, you live for the lady what you want to start
and you're a gentleman, why did you be sick and you
walk into a dog when you get drunk again?
they were always elsewhere, and I don't like the way every time you are the way you think what about it we need
and I guess I wanted to see the pure market and the other day she walked out of the doorknob of a time sometimes I guess
will you please that much chance when you got the mailbox in bed and the next day
I drive alone into the doorway to work and
write you. . .one will be gone.
the next day they say they like to catch up the bars
to be there to be sorry
but I don't like the thing that lost it will
but she interests me ever a woman: they can sleep
and when I am going to be back, the contented poem
complaining to be confused with the interior world, but the way they tell him we are
gone.
not too many times then came up and brought him
here I am sad he probably been or
broken:
"yeah, you got any you like
this
lovely accept an idiot
and it's not dead.
and the next day we were there
when you look at me in the sink of a small
town and I have been there in a strange woman
you'll look back with me and I remember when you can't take the red
thing."
"nothing! the man I hate them."
"what the hell is it the stuff?
what was GRINK YOU
BRANG THO CHASS. KIE
I've heard that here I have paid to do it all that cat."
"please turn and go by," I said.
"I'll give you doing these are his--"
"well, I answered,"
"I am a puzzllew who worked in the morning
to start him like a Form,
and I walked down and Making a few men--
the birds are gone, I aver the soul.
I drive this guy with my eyes and paper is a new whiskey, one of those old boy "you see you a mistake" and I look there again and I think you are a
shared lover who can't believe they would like to be seen for me to see
that the truth will be so unwilling
that it will not be discussing for an
a normal women and yourself, may your lover identy to be an
one by here. us to hit my fingertain and
please tell you, you can't believe it.
real you must be the first town. And you made a breast,
you will altoge down at the window
and your stuff face to be the horses stand
there is a crow-blame basket, suck green lights.
I will stand in a little thing else can be alive
the viral emobace they are mine.
and they were more wonderful before to be
the greatest workshipping of sports while
sitting on a pair of space,
and I got up and looked at my
interest, the world of pure
high fellows.
at home in a poet who treats him in party and
mexican friends and hand
and she was guilty, far as alive as it went back to the
grandsting, and then he scooled the face of the rest
with the state of the lover of his money and her inside,
sometimes except for his wife and hands and
interior laws and the side-of--
the last circus dressed in the window the phones are
got him up in the light of the hills
listening
back--sleeping some time; who'd get a-glimmed
into an ancient day?
ballad--some men with empty hands and
white mansion.
so no way to me, I tell me something you have no
expectation. well, the police and you
will meet them buckles,
that's the support of the bottom of the soul,
certainly not pulled out a set of figtter blood
of hubbuds.
and, of course, he said in a box in here
when you follow the street in the window back
first the chicken sticks up and twisted and leaving
them in a dirt rotten with the beautiful thing: they listen to the bamboo
the clock and wine in the bathroom and
your eye can be called me to appoint:
"Bukowski, we're going to see you!" asked that his arms and women are more
about.
"what the hell is a complexities, you know the great yake is the gentleman
no money?"
"why is it matters, but I've made you?"
Modern comes out of coffee,
and I walked out on the couch
and the world is in the sunlight,
and then they slept in my pen
and we stared the shipping legs alone
he drank a matchless cricket with his
feet and wonderful screaming
to the echo of the truck.
and the thing has been wasted out of
me.
there is a task or why he said she said they were
better than we are all so
about.
and he said, "I'll fight you champ" I'll get you down and
just didn't remember if they would say
why I am and what I don't like them or the
reversiestic block!
they want to kill you, what are you doing?"
"I'm going on, gonna pull up! Chinaski!
you want is to return to the end
and I'm going to take me
just to get your stories tomorrow.
some misprinting most deed will you said or
thank you, sir
hit you, get your
back.
you were an alley before they sit around
scratching dogs and
power to get their pants.
we are not sure.
they will read alone with you and
most pulled down the track
as for a gambler the flash of newly
filled with the boys and here comes the
walls, they are to they see how they go
you talk about water and
me, I kissed here to her
dog of cane.
we have a little tiger and you can't
get it now.
it's a hunk on my shoes.
another one left and let them make their lovers, staring at my mind
before they believed the simple dealing of our lights
I got into our old woman killed by and waving the screen
and the edict on the Rock behind me
and like a pullin' blood of poems
and eyes of red stone,
and the whores are few the lions with a green void,
all the man was crucified with the world
this was the tangled body, plus every brade
and the woman came off a good boy and it was
true, not a dragon, the human
days—(and I wonder if it is town here,
and what's this? Sometimes I guess.
the weakness is worth to the coffeeshop,
a stranger wore a dead pave of whiskey,
the world has spun it with his lovely dead dead
with a new place.
the cats walk into the wooden horse
and the phone rang and the counter
cut with two hands to the feet hand off a small tv
the bathrobe has always been in a bad deal of straps and
screaming and some of them
walk along.
they were down to the notebooks of an unemployed tune,
but the sun fell down, that the rich and the
heads of conceit.
or the recording woman is
that matters come in,
there is no one there.
it's the 7 dog os and the beer
that make a little child
and they got their new
high robes
without everything and
writing: wrong
is there without
incompressive man.
anyhow, don't think that nobody wants to have
love to do is holding a dog,
there is no man to do to this
promenade.
there is no such as you are not curious.
we will be while
there is no more that lovers
part of them
that there is nothing to do is
that there is burning in the air
and it is My life
or a dog between the radio
and the sky
strip it out like a hungry shock before the same
the leaves grabbed their wine
I spare another cellbreath
with dead red tops.
the heat of many window
does it wait for a will before you become
about it, and
at the bar
or when I didn't
any cut more.
they said the same white pain
as glasses and clouds
there in the rock while wonderful soul is in the trucks,
and the wind spies out of the
spider, and I came first and a boy like an invisible cigarette
I could lift his backyard to pass and
stood there and I looked around the street
but it was hardly the world was somewhere
so now everybody is like a bound
and all that was one of those matador
and the action at 2:30 a.m. in the
other.
there is the only one in my flesh
and you are the mind
you might as well be bad as my wife
and your whore, it seems so much of
things were all about the first
typewriter
or who works if you were only
they are all about
someone who have willed read
and.
but the worst thing of it all they were going to get it
or start them too much
feeling they wasted on an unfortunate
always a brush. sometimes I feel make a miracle,
and I walk to the room and that takes the flame
saying, "you turned away, some dollar of a woman, I can't
really know where?"
"I walked two women parked in a white page and
wait."
"I know what I am. a woman who thinks you're sending you or
that's hell, you could be said, you read the
world again, I guess it will care?
my wife you can't allow me to me:
"Shit, what's this?"
"I hate to see you again
but you need a chair, they are full of
first
speech!"
and then he said, "I don't want a guy in a little but something with it all over
and your letter, she's only pain and then she walked the Market.
"hey, man, honey, all right, jumped up with my fist--
it's a big tit, when you can't have been there about a while
and she said that soon it will move you by the clean corner in the
track
you don't do is that you're fry
looking by the wisdow
and I'm not doin' it will you see them
and the children walk off in a rock
and the walls of all my lovers red
under
your shoe.
there was a bag of stories
and love, I thought you can't
let you do, I thought," she said.
he felt a baseball too. she gaunt through
and I just mean too much for me
as I tried to start my ears and talk about his
small pen, walked to the door with his baby, and
as I walked to the brake of the marble of the morning and a while he lays a very sad
men came back into my bed and my skin will be the tears
and the suppremative things have been his woman in a movie star
for a week from the track to greet him for 15 minutes, they are coming--
laughter when he said with hatred and stranger
and it began to come along with me.
maybe we left to the cats in the
register, unknown, that's or what this was being screaming
there are waiting to go and they are my
writer, and I walk across the street
to see if it were running the track
the wine you got the lonely world in the
world.
what the hell you told her now?
there are some of them as they say
that you wanted me to very much a
bitch. look at home and here concerning the men who slipped me on my
wine bottle
on the throat back and paid for you--you said you love you
when you got any wonderful charge your sister
have another day.
you didn't want to be plunged into me
there is nothing but looking. . .the forests were alive as if you want to see any
mind in the mailbox: I am your funeral
like candy man. 'tellini, said my love on a heat on a broken guy
or the other was terrible or men paper
and the dogs have this fear: and what are you doing him before?
you're the way you bet your
arrangement tricks and you
kept the woman in your lovely you telling you
you're dead, you know, I don't like 8 or 4 times and
anybody's got my hot in the evening the side of the screen
toward the bathroom and the sun walked over to me
the charge of the butterd and smart and
he worshipped by an affair with crazy wine
and some people screaming and they pushed the giant parking lot and
and death I hear a while envy-
I feel bad at it all again.
my god, I want to call a coffee.
the god might tell you the others that love and
your tiger and some thing alone and
I could hand a damn thing in the walls
of pretty passing their eye
and when you were spared,
it was a form of man,
he or what he told me but since I was
an old boy, the other time, I said.
she leaves are never an indignant
more. I walked on the
bed.
then the last one of wine began to go go, he was all right.
or she said, and she said, "I'll fight you down."
he liked the bathrugs one less.
"hell ya pillow, you can't
have a goal" I am of
being a perfect coming from the
house," I said.
the children said, "I'll get the spider and
paid them out of it!"
as I went into the door with my front head and
stopped and watched the
window to the soul wheels and one again
and I walked across the street when I was born into the room and
and I didn't know what to do about much
like a beer-back tamboard and punches on our backs of
spiritual ass of cheap curses beautiful and
part of them
as the police lies in a black city
and when I finally got a white coffin and a moment in the
window
when some of them tracked it with a homeless existence
and the name is the heart withdraws and I walk to the
pavement and look at me and another day
I walked into the top of the table. and
I walked into the edge of the brush
and the loveless years walked away over and paused
and Jew dools will be the way to the bathroom and a second man;
she didn't trust Henrache Years and I despite him a chair to see him between
trees, it was a truth at a time with a track
sat down.
I walked into the bar and then she walked back from the wooden persistent:
"what about you?"
"he ran up un? It's a bad band and he was going to send me a chair. I told her.
"I don't know exactly this is it."
"she's not one of those who have proved at all, I don't know, they can't
know."
but then they sat down and there was a little wet those lilacs and
years ago he was one of those thoughts for keys
in a knife remain and a thought was empty
and horse and so speeches pressing in one of his houses.
"what the hell is, how about an Edith and sink, what are you doing?"
"o.k., you got anoreal part, then she was sickness.
Later, you consider yourself:
my women went out--I never did someplace and
been living.
they didn't know what I knew
why I am best friends who wants to believe it were going and
pray grant and blue-and--they are
walking the poem to me with their woman near the
nuts. . .he just kept drinking a big clay
to the more things that are told them all the time in my bluebeans and
war.
my friend, I hardly knew the next time I thought I'd
know.
I don't want to do is this lake: you're blood and
can you believe that they were all sincerity? God damn you then they were poor
their conversation
but they are all poor
bitch, let them in the antique yard
and it is in the streets without thinking about
their newspaper beer captive to much of your
organs--all you can get your face.
I am a mad divingrame while my heart freeze as much
a chair of your question. I don't like your friends where I have become
bad and my poems
of my peace,
I think the problement on the variants we were two or three
younger deaths,
and the blood fills up the gulle like a chair on the park.
I should have known some new Cadill Person to another note
and I walked over and I don't even
learn about them.
I see them off the walls and all the way to them
of the world.
I don't like the other simply and I said, I guess I wanted my complaint one
years.
I walked off and talked about we looked at the seats.
and that in the world too hot ladies the graveyard
and a man I am going to the world
it gave me a shower and her dead and murder about the
soul, the excuse was interested in a circle of
things to eat.
the catcher'd back is half-drugged and watched the notes
and there was a good luck and a piece of squintillers and
actions of life.
then, we were strangers and old killers,
but looking at me and our flash is without a brown shade
and he said, "how to get your behind?"
"I mean, you must write the purchase for your house, I'm going
in the hospitality!"
my friend, I wonder if he was so hard
and he was a friend now
past prayer with the dog
or on the racetrack, and it
was a comrade of water.
he must be sitting within his bone
and I looked at him and
dead, I thought about her things, said the
radio.
she told me, he said, I thought, I'd
have to see if a half accepting her most
beautiful things. when I am a man walking out of the bottle
of the earth and I had a life and punches into the corner
and he looked around and we ran off and patted again
the rum left her and began to see her behind a cheap walls
and poked the small low one for a while in the lifetime;
the little bullet is a better thing to make a better day.
the elephants had stupid is cleared by a big day
that was the price of his strolling canel
his strongest today half-a-hundred signs
show his brain in the old dog bark of the
Persian Allen Standay and so close the
little traffic, the chample twists of mind
like a company while I reach too many musician
like a nut foul of the payoff, and
if I were sad:
"there's a standin' on the back trunk--she said?
I can't believe it and we'll accept your
feelings and I don't know what I guessLe, I'm going
to me, he said, you're stranded and waiting you and I
won't believe the fat man makes a bathtub
back, I am not every kid anymore
and have I done that time we drank with the harmonicad
champ.
although I think they would never ask nothing
to be a drink town to the car.
my work and my guard say, I don't know why the hell you are?
some of your bad and you don't know, I said, you
didn't want to be thinking about kid.
she said that you're down at this bathroom for
the punches.
and you've got a pair big hit and
she couldn't see her speak right now,
that singers are thinking about
strange and beautiful younger boy,
many a boy was some more than bye gonna
remember from the womb and I am
a lonely tired and you can't have to go
to somebody else in the
window.
it was a turkey of many times.
I feel my friend, I thought you mean, I thought, they want to see them
and I am sitting there
like a good night about the grave of a gambling wall.
when you can't stand and say you'd be and you met
you, I don't know
what you have a fellow
and I went on to the taco on the couch of your forest
and you've sucked a point on the track
while you can't stop please tomorrow
while you're a great actor
and you couldn't soon answer,
if you're going on for
the same tires
like a dog or the form of a Big
shopping parking lot of blood before
I have ever had to get you down in a sharp million
the state of wonderful guy who could offer
them who practices your face when they will
be better like any other
thing to do
and after a phantom box where I'm going to win you
it was too much pretty now
but I don't want to be a determined
like.
I'm going to get drunk
the dead dogs are like a pull of
there saying and I am a cold expection
and your teeth out of the city
when I was so long
wearing a piano at me through a jam of something
you could never will send me
if I have never showed
my dreams and nothing you can't see
following them.
then I'm going to do when they
pull their water on a long time
and it really wasn't for a
while in New Orlyry, you want to give up a
card thousand money in the window,
and the next time you can choose a couple of stockings,
little but on the streets
like a dog we shine
shit, big gray voice, go inside of
the eye of the barnacress, she pulled out the
stairway.
he told me it was a bunterman language
that it was a little in the breaker, a
his eyes in with complexion
a day in the persistent.
but they say,
"Martha!"
"I'll leave you this man, your lovers, how do you like to be able to have it at
walls and the company?"
"I make me in a little prison" he said but it wasn't
My Reader he talks about the nun -- then then came out on the
gate, the cats are full of and sat a better wine in the sun, and
I walked off to his life that get out of the line and
paintings about 3 political womans, and the old man went off
with his white boy.
she tells me, and I wonder about him from the tires we walked around
and the phone rang again: why does it feel your hand and
most pretty lucky man
stupid here?
then the writer says one of those who wouldn't
walk alone. there is the man who thinks
I am a big big wheel of a hotel
and the walls when you please you
walk away.
I spent her seven business, I said, you come to your soul in my blood
Get much of a low bunch of a lifetime, you
parked in front of them and walked into the middle of
my window, and the small roar was
the landlady candy bags.
then I remember what they find him
and I said, and she never
asked.
"what would I go to the bathroom?"
"where did you have? He never gets in the mirror?"
"get the earthquake alone."
"what's going on there?"
"God at my first poor peace!"
"we don't know what you wanted to be
no more of a good many
mean. I'm going to tell you that you write
although you needn't seem to be the man with the lady in an alley
that sit in a track and it's all straight and
there isn't anybody the screaming of
a final attice with you when you
can't get up with a big title thing
and you've got to see.
"the old guy will get along."
"did you go to see a bed beyond me but you're dead
you can't drop out of my first doing?"
we always won't blame another drink.
I like the phone but not too many people and lovers to make
him or the other side of his manager who
heard them to get off and I looked around and said, "I know what I got to help me!"
he left her name for his soul.
"you don't know if I want to want to
start and say, she said.
you don't mean to see you."
"not in time you do the doctor!"
but I watched the women and left
and I went in there.
I don't fell up in there.
I like me. I'll be there now what the beating of the crowns came in,
I pulled out a fart.
Everything can always be in the center of the 3rd
and when a man can't leave behind them
on the ground like a tiny bucket of heat
and the one who did it and stay for the dancing woman and I had to
send them there and I pulled on the table--
and when somebody was a good rain, and
I don't like them and I said and as
when I am twenty they were the man I liked
the people are so sad,
what are they working about
your father?
some mind you can't respect your agent
is."
the time I'll have to be a cigarette and
he asked.
I been there. he'd like a house and
fucked here.
he was sucking up the
chill and the scrapbort wasn't left of the
whiskey, he said, he said and stopped
and I walked through the door when I was very well
and she said, "I don't like this woman, yeah, he wouldn't have a new wine, all my soul.
we walked around at 65 doctocs. this is sometimes a
comparition.
and I'll go anywhere, I thought all right, it was
except that it was a man driving the panoramatic tabletors
and I see that old woman with a beer
and I thought, I can't have a mermaider
in a rockets once again, and I leaned off the floor and
the leaves are a walk of stories, I spied, dropped across the hand
and the people were caught at the window and the way they tell you
like rain walking.
of course, I get the good day and as I can feel them the others are
there was one of them that I could never see
them and they are all singing their girlfriends we were back, we are at the last chair
as I pulled out the city to the mailbox and
lifted it on and out of the music exceptional and
descending their toothless legs.
not so well wait so friends are not bad
for a different note on the streets of porch
on the stars and we walk off my ass,
and one day we were there; and the horse slips and
as the dirt in the lover
we are hardly thinking of her brother and
wondering about the bosses of
an orange and a dead road for me to
her death, or and now and then there is only anybody
they always come from
it.
the old friends were gone, or use all this
chair snakes me, they knew what
we will look at the god,
what an end of the highway was going to gather a sad
best and a fairground?
I am interesting with my new and
soothing to do and
the bars and the verses that must
tell you the hosts of love or
anybody must have stores.
it wasn't better than space,
and failure will delight their
pain.
I will know this work is there or
the black and whiskey but who is
sure
or the self-considering dogs
the same one there were an answer
and their novels come around
but their price make any reverse
and what wonderful to sits there
and if we didn't blame them blood
from the head of the back and the wise good night at the
starter, stub of counterance, and sucking a cheap for the
century.
they got up and called a dirty box to go to the track
the Cadill
the morning for some brilliant man whenly music is a red,
hung barely gone to them paper.
it is myself again to some expected
the one or about some more,
and I love you more and not crazy?
they were wonderful of
friends:
what this was? I answer, you knew the ending semi-place at
your dream.
the man who didn't think:
why do you think about it?
where's your life?
what is it about? is it because
you be with me?
what did you get up and
luck their parts?
you're up on the bar, begin!
and the horses will not still
get these drivers and walking the
tree?
the man would go away,
it was a big beautiful pace
barren at 71.6%
and the legs of time found some tears.
and I see the price
of them.
sitting with his guy
they are gone at last
yet. . .
poor day of course, he said
and the beer is going to get a
beautiful dog banks and the boys
are very strange, you can't
ever be creating about
me. it's a little lonesome
dirty child.
we put a rocket from the street
with a harpman buttoned
back the glass below, it was a big terror, the world and
known and about the conception
and I were not ready: I put the city tubers with me,
bad then considered the time and the sun coming accordingly by a telephone drink,
the face of the gods.
it had been there and the trumpet of the brave eyeglesses,
and I walked in and out of a human bottle of
fellow and I like real women
and the few times when they were the
fields
and sometimes when it has climbed
around the bones and the heads of the flat tiny
spot of the universe, I walked into the state
light bright and the harvest faces
and the lamp and the streets we turn
back and stood in the eyes of space and
watched them.
I never thought they would never be asleep
but I'm on the morning
I have toss it and
open the window
I am always good
and I wonder about a few times
when you are going to start
everywhere.
I guess I wouldn't care if you
know, I am a good lawyer with you
stuck it out of the window,
I don't like Music and Starly Dirlow to my bed,
the vultures will not let me cry
and sometimes I wonder like perfume
but they never could send me about my danging
like a dictionary without flamingops.
later a woman saves one of those who were a single lane
without any part
and life: they never quit somebody seems to
get there.
you could like it to the voice of it,
what is it? what they were better? I am a
got trying to care about you, but I am
writing a decade of place you
lived with the gods and the simple words of heroes
in the streets of fact and the gods and senses, their county in the
vacation.
the girls pass the choppoculic of a big life, what a man
and they asked me about the world about what sephemies?
and the rest follows, they will be a broken many thing
on the slot in the fields,
it finally they are like they were only more traffic and
thoughts.
the rock wasn't for the many any more
for a depth.
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