"the problem with these people is their cities have never been bombed and their mothers never told them to shut up."
charles bukowski, the inimitable, uncompromising saint of selfish alcoholic poets.
These here words are fer readin' and thinkin' 'bout 'fore I run outta apostrophes. I don't wanna die before my book comes out so this site is dedicated to the dissemination of information in its multitudinous forms. The Lone Haranguer: A phantom heckler who rides past the king's window frequently to shout "The king is a fink!" The king has suffered anxiety over the stranger, but has never succeeded in capturing or identifying him.
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