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god I got the sad blue blues,
this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and I said forget that I do not feel good I've got the sad sads all I want to do is fuck you and she laughed she thought I was being clever and O I just looked up her long slim legs of heaven I saw her liver and her quivering intestine I saw Christ in there jumping to a folk-rock all the long lines of starvation within me rose and I walked over and grabbed her on the couch ripped her dress up around her face and I didn't care rape or the end of the earth one more time to be there anywhere real yes her panties were on the floor and my cock went in my cock my god my cock went in I was Charles Somebody.
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