Bukowski has me gripped with his stunted, deliberately simplistic, brutal prose. I’m not going anywhere, transported back to a time that really was worth complaining about. It actually makes a change from sitting around all day doing bugger all. At least I’m reading and gaining knowledge instead of losing it, doing something mindless like spending ten hours on facebook then watching porn. Books could change my life. How come nobody told me about this before?
A short jaunt to the shop round the corner and I find myself in line holding the exact same goods that I have been buying for the last five days. A packet of Leerdammer cheese, a pepper salami, a tin of black olives, an egg sandwich and a watermelon. For some god known reason I’ve decided this is the best combination of foodstuffs that I can devour in a day. Consequently I polish off the sandwich and olives in one sitting, then return to the fridge to help myself to cheese, salami and watermelon throughout the afternoon. It feels good because this stuff is mine, rather than thieving it from some poor sod while raiding a fridge blind.
We’ve had some of new arrivals to supplement the Batman villains. A smallish couple who walk oddly and giggle. She’s taking photographs of the lounge area for some reason, while he’s acting like that moment you step into a room and forgot what you came for. I’m telling you this place is going to send me insane. Either that or carry a little blue flower up a mountain to seek the means to fight injustice.
Books and Batmen
Bukowski has me gripped with his stunted, deliberately simplistic, brutal prose. I’m not going anywhere, transported back to a time that really was worth complaining about. It actually makes a change from sitting around all day doing bugger all. At least I’m reading and gaining knowledge instead of losing it, doing something mindless like spending ten hours on facebook then watching porn. Books could change my life. How come nobody told me about this before?
A short jaunt to the shop round the corner and I find myself in line holding the exact same goods that I have been buying for the last five days. A packet of Leerdammer cheese, a pepper salami, a tin of black olives, an egg sandwich and a watermelon. For some god known reason I’ve decided this is the best combination of foodstuffs that I can devour in a day. Consequently I polish off the sandwich and olives in one sitting, then return to the fridge to help myself to cheese, salami and watermelon throughout the afternoon. It feels good because this stuff is mine, rather than thieving it from some poor sod while raiding a fridge blind.
We’ve had some of new arrivals to supplement the Batman villains. A smallish couple who walk oddly and giggle. She’s taking photographs of the lounge area for some reason, while he’s acting like that moment you step into a room and forgot what you came for. I’m telling you this place is going to send me insane. Either that or carry a little blue flower up a mountain to seek the means to fight injustice.