Tag Archives: Chuck Palahniuk
I called him “Bukowski”, because he wrote with the same disdain as the poet, and succumbed to all the same vices. He loved to drink, He loved to smoke, and he loved women, one in particular, me. He wrote often. … Continue reading
Last night, I was the girl in glasses, alone at a bar, with a book, which basically made me, a sitting duck. I knew this, but I had gone to hear my friend play his guitar, and I was going … Continue reading
I should probably put the pen down, because I might make a mess, but there’s a few things here, I want to confess. I just dyed my hair, because I thought I saw a random grey, I bought new jeans … Continue reading
I told you I liked you, that was probably my first mistake, but to be fair, your hazel eyes are paralyzing, and I shouldn’t be held responsible, for what comes out of my mouth, when i’m staring into them. Then, … Continue reading
Let me take you back, about a month or two, I had a horrendous cold, though felt more like the flu. I could barely leave the bathroom, let alone comb my hair, and needed to go to the pharmacy, the … Continue reading
We met over coffee, discussed everything, from piano and bass, to Danielewski and Bukowski. As we sat, it looked like some pages were there, but when we tried to read, we realized, there was no story here. And although, we … Continue reading
Blinded by Bukowski, temporarily, instead of pen, i’ll write in pencil, to ensure my words are me.