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[ Bukowski's Birthday ] [ By Joseph ]
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BUKOWSKI'S BIRTHDAY
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He hated birthdays. He had always hated them. It had always been embarrassing
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and boring on his birthdays. Not only do you get older and uglier, no it
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has to be confirmed and celebrated too. Gifts are given from people one
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never wants to meet. Distant relatives suddenly come to life and give away
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socks and homemade boxes covered with a pathetic texture. He had a ton of
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worthless gifts in his garage. It was only a few days left and his wife
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Jessica and his children ran around in the apartment, fixing everything that
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needed to be fixed for the great event. He sat, bored and apathetic, in his
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sofa and observed them. The longer he sat there, the more he realized that
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they did not run around for his sake. They did it because they suffered from
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a twisted need to expose him like some wrinkled freak that had less time to
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live left. He just could not understand why it was necessary to celebrate
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birthdays; it was such an incredible, stupid, idea. But it was too late to
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cancel the whole circus. He was forced to experience it all over again.
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Jessica woke him up on his birthday, bringing a little chocolate cake and
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a cup of tea. He felt sick, and his head hurt after yesterday's whiskey
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session. He sat up on his elbows and scratched the mess out of his eyes.
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He tried not to aim his breath at her. No children this time, he thought.
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One of the worst things he knew was to be woken up by screaming and drooling
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kids. When he thought about it, he realized that he hated to be woken up
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every time when he had a hangover.
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"Happy birthday, darling!"
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"Go to hell."
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"Couldn't you at least be a bit nice, for once, when I wake you up?"
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"Not on this particular day. I find it pretty annoying to know that I
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only have a few years left before some disease that can't be cured probably
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kills me."
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"At least you could blow the candle."
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He blew the candle and placed his own saliva right onto the cake. His
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wife wiped it away without a blink, as if it had been something less
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revolting.
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"After you've had some cake, I'll give you a little surprise."
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"If it's another tie, I'll break your neck."
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"Nope, it's something I have never given you since we got married."
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He drank some tea and ate the cake. The cake reminded him of excrements.
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Drinking tea and eating a cake that looks like the shit you produce after
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too much booze is not amusing at all. At seven o'clock in the morning, it is
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terrible.
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"I can't get any more of this cake down my windpipe. Gimme that surprise
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now, and then I'll get back to sleep."
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Jessica placed the dish with the worthless cake beside the bed. She had a
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robe that was a bit loose. He could see her wrinkled tits stretch down
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towards the stomach. He had seen enough of that body during the twenty years
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they had been married.
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She pulled down his boxer shorts.
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"Yesterday, I suddenly realized that I hadn't given you a blow
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job since the day we got married, twenty years ago."
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She put the dick in her mouth and began to suck.
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He immediately realized that he had not missed anything during those
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twenty years.
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written by Joseph <josef@kuai.se>
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uXu #356 Underground eXperts United 1996 uXu #356
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Call BLACK OPIUM -> +1-701-523-5909
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