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Authors:

in the cupboard sits my bottlelike a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot at a symphony, sunlight and maddened birds are everywhere, the phone rings gamboling its soundagainst the odds of the crooked sea; I drink deeply and evenly now, I drink to paradiseand deathand the lie of love.

Charles Bukowski