Hookers or Cake

Hey thanks to ordinarywonder for reviewing my

It reminded me, now that I’m unemployed I should promote my books and art. Maybe I’ll make a few bucks! Ahh, I’ll probably blow it on airplane glue.

So, if you would like a set of the new full color Kurt Vonnegut postcards just review my book on Amazon and I’ll send you a free set of 13! or if you want, I still have some Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson, and Philip K. Dick postcards. 

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I couldn’t decide which T-shirt I wanted to print so I’m gonna do all four on one. The Four Kings of Literature! If you want one of these in time for the holidays they’re on a heavyweight preshrunk ring-spun white cotton T. For $20 total, I’ll even throw in a signed book and a dozen postcards featuring the individual author pics.

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Warm regards & pudding - Jade Bos VP of Lewd Pony Industries

         some of my readers

               I liked it coming out of that expensive
               cafe in Germany
               that rainy night
               some of the ladies had learned that I
               was in there
               and as I walked out well-fed and
               intoxicated
               the ladies waved
               placards
               and screamed at me
               but all I recognized was my
               name.

               I asked a German friend what they were
               saying.

               “they hate you,” he told me,
               “they belong to the German Female
               Liberation Movement …”

               I stood and watched them, they were
               beautiful and screaming, I
               loved them all, I laughed, waved,
               blew them kisses.

               then my friend, my publisher and my
               girlfriend got me into the car; the
               engine started, the windshield wipers
               began thrashing
               and as we drove off in the rain
               I looked back
               watched them standing in that
               terrible weather
               waving their placards and their
               fists.

               it was nice to be recognized
               in the country of my birth, that
               was what mattered
               most …

               back at the hotel room
               opening bottles of wine
               with my friends

               I missed them,
               those angry wet
               passionate ladies
               of the night.

 - Charles Bukowski

 Hey!  I just translated the entire HOLY BIBLE into emoticon  =S 

- Charles Bukowski 

“…after a few more drinks all the “stars” masks started to fall apart and real people began to peak through. Fags, Sex addicts, Drunks, Imbeciles. Society had turned on itself. It was a airless nightmare staged in a box that I never understood.”
- Charles Bukowski on his appearance on Match Game 77’