Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Sunday 28 March 2010
Bukowski, ice hockey and nobility.
He said:
Your aspirations are noble but irrelevant.
that shut me up.
For a while at least
Then I realised he'd been watching ice hockey all night
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