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I believe that without love, sex is nothing. Things can only be meaningful when some feeling exists between the participants. Edna walked off, smiling a bit. She also had a feeling of repulsion. By the time she reached her apartment she had forgotten about him. It was some hours later, sitting in the bathtub, that she thought about him again and this time she thought how truly lonely he must be to do such a thing:South of No North was followed nearly a decade later by Bukowski's last collection solely devoted to short stories, Hot Water Music, but by then his power as a short story writer was waning. [ citation needed] He later admitted that "the short story had deserted me", though he was able to occasionally generate a gem like No Wing High (collected in the 1990 poetry and short story collection Septuagenarian Stew) in his later years.

Suppose they get tired of each other? Suppose they have to stay together? Economics? Children? All that?" Following the second album a pair of keyboard players was added to the line-up and two more full-length albums followed on Wipe Out, Greece's largest indie label of the day. The band maintained a steady following, mostly in Athens itself, but never broke out internationally despite their local popularity as a live act and a number of demo tapes sent abroad. Songs from the band's first two albums, particularly "10.000 Eyes" and their musical rendition of Poe's "Annabel Lee," continued to feature on local club playlists for the next two decades, and their influence was a given for most bands that developed within the scene in the late 1980s and 1990s. This was usually done on a summer day and our parents never complained when we arrived home too late for dinner. Nor did they care about the high glistening blisters on the bottoms of our feet. It was when they saw how we had worn out our heels and the soles of our shoes that we began to hear it. We were sent to the five and dime store where heels and soles and glue were at the ready and at a reasonable price. Man age 49. Divorced. Wants to meet woman for marriage. Should be 35 to 44. Like television and motion pictures. Good food. I am a cost accountant, reliably employed. Money in bank. I like women to be on the fat side. Bukowski writes simply with short sentences in a style filled with explecatives and references to sexual and excrecatory functions. I became interested in Bukowski's writings several years ago, put them aside, and then reread some of them after viewing an excellent film on Bukowski's life: "Bukowski: Born into This". Bukowski is hardly a writer for all times and all seasons. But there is a toughness and raw humor in these books, and a sense of loss and sadness that make Bukowski's books highly evocative of certain kinds of blue and lonely feelings. The stories are metaphors of a buried life than many people see in themeselves at times in somewhat different ways than the ways presented in Bukowski's writings. That is why, I think, Bukowski continues to have a following and to be read.Not all of his work is strong. I don't think he ever gave a shit, either. He wrote what he wanted to write and people published it. Even now, as I sit typing a review of his work, I know he wouldn't give a god damn what I thought. And that's fine. 'Cause neither should you. When Edna got home she had three cups of coffee before dialing the number. The phone rang four times. Hello? he answered. She stopped. There was a large piece of cardboard in the window with some material pasted on it. Most of it was typewritten. Edna couldn’t read it from where she stood on the sidewalk. She could only see the large letters: