True Story

C Charles Bukowski Charles Bukowski
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they found him walking along the freeway all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual machinery as if to say -- see what you've done to me? you might as well have the rest. and he put part of him in one pocket and part of him in another and that's how they found him, walking along. they gave him over to the doctors who tried to sew the parts back on but the parts were quite contented the way they were. I think sometimes of all of the good ass turned over to the monsters of the world. maybe it was his protest against this or his protest against everything. a one man Freedom March that never squeezed in between the concert reviews and the baseball scores. God, or somebody, bless him. Submitted by .eve.

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