The Edge or Something

When Charles Bukowski was asked how he got through life? He said,  “ One candy bar at a time…”   Buk funny in a dark way, a horrific   humorist, the wino  spinning out modern Twainisms .

Henry  almost awake, slumped in his chair.  At Wah Wah Coffee Shop early enough to get a good chair and to be left alone.

The world is full of everything you can imagine and Henry wanted none of it, he had enough, he didn’t need anymore— 

Aside: Henry often pricked himself with a needle to provoke feeling. 

There was nothing new under the sun— There was technological innovation to boot A new robot, a new gun, a robot with a gun, flying monkey robots with guns that carry computers Onward and out, then forward until they crash.  All the rarified metal and plastic junk ending up in a non degradable dusty-dung heap.

 Two more paragraphs lets keep it cool. When it came to his stories Henry a whore who couldn’t give it away. He would do anything for attention, it was shameful.

Burnt out, wanting to end it here, wanting to get to the essence of it quickly, so here it is the ultimate lazy man's ending, a quote.

 “THE EDGE, there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

Hunter S. Thompson

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