Infinite number of monkeys on this bus

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  • by Frank Paynter on May 28, 2024

    as the poems go into the thousands you
    realize that you’ve created very
    little.
    it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
    the traffic, the nights and the days of the
    years, the faces.
    leaving this will be easier than living
    it, typing one more line now as
    a man plays a piano through the radio,
    the best writers have said very
    little
    and the worst,
    far too much.
    Bukowski

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    ahfukit 05.28.07 at 9:32

    From Here To Eternity

    1. I wouldn’t drink with you if it was the last stinkin’ beer in the world.
    2. I’m buyin’.
    3. That’s different.

    Winston 05.28.07 at 10:02

    OMG, this is soooo good…

    Especially the line:
    leaving this will be easier than living
    it…

    Frank Paynter 05.28.07 at 10:41

    Nod to Madame Levy who was working her way through the bees…

    ahfukit 05.28.07 at 10:50

    From Here To Eternity

    1. You keep on drinking and you’ll be as much use as a melted candle.
    2. You’re absolutely right.

    From Here To Eternity

    1. Can’t a man do nothin’?
    1. Can’t a man get drunk?
    1. Can’t a man put his lousy hands in his lousy pockets on the street?

    2. Yes, soldier, it’s his sacred duty once in a while…

    From Here To Eternity

    1. Hello, tough monkey.

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