you were one of the best female poets and I told the publishers, editors, “ Her, print her, she’s mad but she’s magic, there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn’t happen.
- Charles Bukowski, from An Almost Made Up Poem
Friday, August 27, 2010
I'm having TWG's french earl grey at the moment. Unlike the permeable membranes of Lipton or other regular teas, TWG's teabags comes in an actual woven sachet.
It reminds me of a sagging, dripping wet hairless scrotum.
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