Charles Bukowki: are looking for a woman
─ When one into one of such forgetfulness of daily living ─ bought a book of stories and look at the index and see which one is entitled "Cojones" , and another "Stop looking at me tits," and another "All eyes in the ass of this world "is quite clear that what you are going to find stories for children. Either that or the world has changed a lot since I stopped reading children's stories. But no. It turns out the trash machine which is the English publishing industry continues to produce at a dizzying pace. Bukowski had no idea how to write a story. least did not have when he wrote the composing this volume. There are two or three who have a certain grace. The rest can be summed up in one gigantic hangover of bad whiskey fatally digested. Much money was spent on alcohol this man. Either that or is it inviting to all bars. Here is a story in which Bukowski Boxing Hemmingway, who was almost as bad writer like him in another, a drunk Diablo rescues from the clutches of a showman who uses it as bait, and in another is a violation that is Told like a story of love, or almost witnessed the death of Billy the Kid at the hands of her aunt a little bitch. That said, and excuse the immodesty, the thing can have its grace. But I assure you that despite ─ eschatology and cheap pornography ─ costs are flooding with God's help to reach the end of the book. I have not succeeded. I think it was called dirty realism or do not know what Mandango. I would rather ensure that pages are written by someone who can not write . Of course, that we have already said. Between evil and nefarious Bukowski was writing work done by the translator, here is a slurry, a swill submongólica perhaps be content to those readers with a requirement level as low as that characterizes the English reading mass, that the matter will not give cat boiled for stewed hare .
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