Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10 UW 5/3/83; site uw-june Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!mhuxl!houxm!houxz!vax135!cornell!uw-beaver!uw-june!rose From: rose@uw-june (Scott Rose) Newsgroups: net.singles Subject: offensive to all Message-ID: <1735@uw-june> Date: Wed, 8-Aug-84 03:31:10 EDT Article-I.D.: uw-june>.1735 Posted: Wed Aug 8 03:31:10 1984 Date-Received: Thu, 9-Aug-84 03:07:36 EDT Organization: U of Washington Computer Science Lines: 63 This seemed like a rather powerful little statement to me, so I thought to take the liberty of posting it. I stole it from Charles Bukowski, totally without any permission whatsoever, so those of you who are offended: rather than sending me a flame, contact the publisher and see about getting me sued instead. Actually, if this doesn't offend you on some level or another, you probably have a problem... but if it ain't offensive, it ain't art, eh? THE SCREW-GAME one of the really terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer want to screw. they get old, they don't look very good anymore-they tend to snore, lose spirit. so, in bed, you turn sometimes, your foot touches hers- god, *awful!*- and the night is out there beyond the curtains sealing you together in the tomb. and in the morning you go to the bathroom, pass in the hall, talk, say odd things; eggs fry, motors start. but sitting across you have 2 strangers jamming toast into mouths burning the sullen head and gut with coffee. in ten million places in America it is the same- stale lives propped against each other and no place to go. you get in the car and you drive to work and there are more strangers there, most of them wives and husbands of somebody else, and besides the guillotine of work, they flirt and joke and pinch, sometimes tend to work off a quick screw somewhere- they can't do it at home- and then the drive back home waiting for Christmas or Labor Day or Sunday or something.