Nail in the coffin

“are we going to the movies or not?
she asked him.

all right, he said, let’s go.

I’m not going to put any panties on
so you can finger-fuck me in the
dark, she said.

should we get buttered popcorn?
he asked.

sure, she said.

leave your panties on,
he said.

what is it? she asked.

I just want to watch the movie,
he answered.

look, she said, I could go out on
the street, there are a hundred men
out there who’d be delighted to have
me.

all right, he said, go ahead out here.
I’ll stay home and read the National
Enquirer.

you son of a bitch, she said, I am
trying to build a meaningful
relationship.

you can’t build it with a hammer,
he said.”

– Charles Bukowski. “close encounters of another kind” Play the Piano, Drunk, Like a Percussion Instrument

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