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Thursday |
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the hangovers are getting worse but i'm dealing with them better i drink water from a 32 oz peanut butter jar with the label still on and spent match heads floating at bottom from when i'd absently used it as an ashtray late at night in the dark |
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i could use the carbon anyway, give the old colon a scrub, rub a dub, shit and blood on the paper after i wipe, coffee in one hand and bukowski in the other i dice green peppers (on sale yesterday at Marketime, 3/85¢) a wedge of mozzarella and four eggs fried in no-stick skillet, two of the yolks sep- arated and tossed w/ the shells into the sink |
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after i eat the typewriter takes the place of the plate and i'm ready to begin again, outside it is grey |
