EDIT: Me reading this, if your interested in hearing flu ridden moe that is. I sound so sick and nasal it's hilarious and my imitation Bukowski is so wrong and delightfulyl retarded:
This is rather long.
This is probabily in the wrong section.
This is probabily typed out all wrong.
This most certainly contains the most bloody use of the english language to this date.
But I really dont care.
I've been walking for close to 5 hours now, and I just got back. Round 8:30 am round these parts. I think a few people think I'm mad, talkign and yelling out loud debating with myself.
I was walking, talking, taking shots and listening to everything. From Four Tet to DJ Shadow. From Eric Dolphy to Bukowski.
Bukowski. Bukowski. Bukowski.
This is a ramble. This is pointless. But I managing to get it out. I think that's good. I'm writing this as I go along. As I recorded it on my cassette while walking. I'm jut going to write just as I spoke it. Maybe I'll upload a clip of me reading this. Lien was right. Spoken word needs to be heard, nto read. Whats the point of it being spoken if you couldnt hear the writer's voice carried through the air waves?
I've never written something as honest as this.
I've never written something as long as this.
But I think it's the best thing my feeble mind has ever conjured up.