'well all that icing on all that cake...'

-bukowski, modest mouse

dear lawd i could listen to that one line for hours.

such musical genius.

isaac brock's voice sounds like bugs.

i can just see a stream of worms and maggots and ants pouring from between his lips,

writhing and slithering and squirming.

it's amazing.

and why am i so fascinated with bukowski?

i've only read one book and an assortment of poetry.

yes, it is splendidly blunt and profound, but i seem to have a real penchant for all things bukowski.

oh well.