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In my favourite liquor glassware, tilting it at th

In my favourite liquor glassware, tilting it at thirty degrees, I pour ounces of my thoughts, word by word. Along with the nature's mist outdoors accompanying the chilly winter rains; throwing few cubes of 'iced' aches, I stir them diluting my melancholia. Savouring the shots thus, bygone memories gulps through this poem, sip by sip. — % & Drinking is not injurious to writing. Bukowski, you have no death. Some revisted Bukowski quotes: I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies. There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.
In my favourite liquor glassware, tilting it at thirty degrees, I pour ounces of my thoughts, word by word. Along with the nature's mist outdoors accompanying the chilly winter rains; throwing few cubes of 'iced' aches, I stir them diluting my melancholia. Savouring the shots thus, bygone memories gulps through this poem, sip by sip. — % & Drinking is not injurious to writing. Bukowski, you have no death. Some revisted Bukowski quotes: I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies. There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.
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Drinking is not injurious to writing. Bukowski, you have no death. Some revisted Bukowski quotes: I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies. There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer. #yourquote #yqbaba #CharlesBukowski #yqenglish #Melancholia #bleedpoetry #peppeboy #achedmemories