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I did it! Wow what a nice shirt ^_^
What a sweet T! I hear Sweat Records in Miami has some for cheap! 13$?!
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I did it! Wow what a nice shirt ^_^
What a sweet T! I hear Sweat Records in Miami has some for cheap! 13$?!
*****ATTENTION!!!******WHORING AND SELF PROMOTION ***** DEAD AHEAD! *****DANGER!***** LOOK OUT! *****
The new black t-shirts are so black that they are the absence of light and the full spectrum of color. They are the Aplha and Omega. The ying and the yang. A banana daquari and a great white shark. They cost $18 shipped to your door. If you want to ad a and set (12) of single author postcards that’ll set ya back $23 american. I gotsa pay/pal button on my blog.
Canada & International ad $7 because, unlike myself, the post don’t run on butterfly kisses and mescaline.
Thank you for your time and support.
In a world of bullshit phonies, at least someone had the guts to call it like they saw it.
Charles Bukowski - The King of Clubs with his Daily Racing Form and bottle of suds.
What I’ve always loved about Bukowski is at the heart of the hungover rants on death, shit, and woman is an unshakeable and surprising optimism.
The ugly drunk bewildered - bewildered by the endless thirst and passion of his own heart. That he could take in all of that poison and turn it into something more beautiful and complex than gold. Maybe what made us great was something we threw away and rejected because we didn’t understand it and couldn’t fucking sell it. Buying religious trinkets while the enduring roaring heart lay hidden in a landfill.
Part 2 of 4 of my Four Kings of literature series, for Hookers or Cake II kickstarter. If you want some cool postcards or prints with the new book, check it out. - Jade Bos aka Hookers or Cake