
Runner Up
What the
human race
has most
in common is
sex drive.
Hypocrisy runs
a close
second.

What the
human race
has most
in common is
sex drive.
Hypocrisy runs
a close
second.
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You can’t
tell people
about your
life you
have to
tell them
about their
life &
yes I
know I
should have
said lives
but that
takes the
ring out
of it.
Still,
your recognizing
my “mistake”
implies
you have
credentials
& therefore
are entitled
to criticize.
I’m not
off to
a very
good start
here but
if you’ve
got credentials
you know
where I’m
coming from:
even if
you talk
about your
life you
have to
make it
sound like
you’re talking
about their
life or
lives,
what-the-
fuck-ever —
the readers.
That way
they’ll identify
with you
& maybe
even finish
your book.
Word
will get
out– “There’s
this guy
writing about
our life.”
Maybe not
their real
life but
the one
they lead,
which is
a lot
less dangerous,
when you
get down
to it,
leading
a life
rather than
having one.
At least
this is
the advice
I was
given in
so many
words by
a guy
at Princeton
who read
the manuscript
for my
new novel,
The Cliff Has No Edge.
He said
I had
raw talent
that needed
polishing.
& then,
on the
off chance
I might
make it
big down
the line
& he
could cash
in on
knowing me,
he wished
me luck
& told
me to
hang in there.
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Grim reality
hosed-down
reality
virtual
reality
bogus
reality
common-good
reality
fabricated
reality which
is not the
same as
bogus reality
half-baked
reality
slipshod
reality which
is the
same as
half-baked
reality
reality on
the half
shell pretty
girl in a
John Lennon
hat reality,
gateway to
fantasy.
Nose-bleed
reality
broken dreams
reality
hemorrhaged
reality
the real
thing the
full-meal
deal reality,
wide open
spaces
close confines.
Any way
you
cut it
any way
you go
there it
is staring
you in
the face
like a
frozen
Cheshire Cat,
all the
things we
call real,
blotches on
the finite
blotches on
the infinite,
absorbed
into the
constant equation.
Anything you
know is
diminished by
context
& then
disappears.
This is
the key
to the
invisible
door with
no lock.
Why can’t
we simply
rest easy?
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Bukowski
was a
slow-witted
Jonathan Winters.
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All things
are precisely
as they
should be.
Nothing
should be
changed.
Which doesn’t
mean if
your inclination
is to
change things
that you
should stop
trying.
If you do,
nothing
will change.
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It’s important
not only
to have
no expectations
it’s important
to steer
clear of
things that
are the
result of
expectations.
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