Impressive Artworks by Adam Martinakis

Impressive Artworks by Adam Martinakis, an Artist from Poland

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Charles Bukowski Manuscripts Online

http://bukowski.net/manuscripts/

Notes on Plains Winds

Before long the land flattened

The glare of a thousand lights dimmed

Metro buzzing gave way to delicate wind

  Stars on all sides boasted an appearance

rare for the original text lines uncurling starry

stories over a highway decoded in plains winds

Notes on Ultraluxury

Call the coming weeks and months ultraluxury

see what it really is on the end of your fork

hook up with a really good sign language

tutor in a summer dress, and will that and

say I'm not on board with the whatever the hell standard alternative news is supposed to be, a baggage byword elevating hypnosis, Snowman showman snowed in snow blindness for some great mind control, know what I'm saying, is is si si no no you don't savvy, the stories don't have an end Man. PC baby never had it and you, you want history and you'll see that and so this is what you have to learn this is sort of the meta level of understanding the stories don't have an end. Is this supposed to be because my word says that I would be elevating to some great position at a shadowy crossroad. But what I'm saying is no you don't understand the stories don't have an end, don't you see nothing ever happened, that level of understanding of information is the news is a noose, the stories don't have an ending and there's a reason for that and this is why you have to understand what mind control really is in order to really get a perspective on what the newsreel intends. you said okay so this is what you have to learn, this is sort of the meta-level of understanding of information used by states (of mind) - the stories don't have an ending and there's a reason for that and why you have to savvy what mind control really is and what hypnosis really is, what a trance really is in order to really get a perspective on what the newsreel really is...in tending.

So So Spicy

There on time. You're in Boulder something or other.  It's special ladies.

They have the most sensational Menudo it's amazing

it's all parts and organs and livers telling fantastic fantastic super legit stories

so so spicy

Call it cure honey it is just so good for you

forget fragile had that at another place

it's nasty

habit is no answer...

Notes on Kate and Sofia

People imagine Kate supremely baked at the party
In a uniform French maid, crimson lipped snorting lines off a
Fuck off
It figures
Her perfectly wrecked teeth punch them all to pieces

Said the Architect Called Sofia

Who wanna talk...

Notes on Birthmark Grip

Notes on Birthmark Grip

Acid horse rain tilts the face window

Acid tools away a sculptor's work

Is never done

The whole shapes reach across the rooms

In between spaces cut deeper

Lines into the imagined fables

Birthmark myths synch against leaning ships

Light perched atop tower planet

Crossed and stitched and starved

Supersurveilled and über wired vision sound

Unsettled juice gate cityscape sky stained brown

Neglected cirrus captioned proud for a world addicted to extinction

Sirius sugar sent spare change over the half century
Seen snow whited things along all the neck nape meadows
Poor math maps poor pundits perennial open mouthed taste stone, battery anode penny copper cottonmouth

Impeccable crossbow time erased

Lick rich nothing

Notes on the doality

Do-ality race, human.
Sprint Chase the rabid is on the Verizon
Running an errand

Gain zest make up some Time
With Tide whether out or in
If you don't get ahead ya feel de-feeted

Pulse race to the ATM bobbing for apples
Running for office to work because Trix are for kids
Silly rabbit and he with the most prizes wins

Between yr Temples

You are then livestock in case you were wondering

they started selling shots of Horseheaven at bars like as a novelty

and then before you know it everyone at the bar knows you

people come outta the woodwork n say try this again G

also they push on you crazy literature which is most likely placebos

I don't know but you don't even have a fevered ego just somehow  listen 

Cut-Up by Al Cummins

Cut-Up by Al Cummins, the first video from our Pleasure Dome event held in Brighton England. Essential viewing for those intrigued by the magical possibilities of text and poetry. 

More of Al Cummins on Cut-Up can be found in our Mandragora anthology:
http://www.scarletimprint.com/mandragora.html

I Was Get, Notes on

I was get

In the cigar ship

With the shapes shift

I was sense

Something in the letters man

Elaborate language

I was get

Very strong scents In the visions

I was get

Ukulele totem

Tiny bubbles

For liberty or anguish

Oval inter webbed oracles

I was feel-healing magnets

Breathing around me

Pulsating laser-eyed cats

That's the way I was feeling

I must tell it better

The sense I was get

I must go so strong love

Very strong with the letters

Outside and inside the nature

Above and below how you say

The poetry stations

Yes yes In this moment yes

Yes yes

Notes on Rooting Rhythm

One sky and ocean give one wind -- always give,

history told by hers in stories

Like silver moon crescendoing that love

that sometimes weaving one wind carrying the Great Plains,

or the hilltop morning mirrors,

words taking breathers out of pages,

Light farms and planting geometry ever.

That yields to rooting rhythm of then charging the Red River and oranges blush.

Hear then Hear it then through the designs:  ridges, pivots and protein sing

for every rooftop and seesaw swing.

Tongue Suck Slowly Sneak

Notes on (body):

I like this she said

You oughta send something juicy

It's true I'd rather it be a nibble of me i'd rather it be my nimble tongue

Sucking slowly sneaking in & outta the room it's true

My tongue suck slowly sneak from your dirty head to your dirty feet

Notes on gold rush

Supervisors, act...tell me about your temples and make it symbols. 

With brain signals move a cursor across the screen window

minus the mindless mouse,

write me a letter and cut the lights on all through the house.  

Lovers watch lovers happening through a gateway...spit into each other's mouths. 

Gold rush waiting.

This Ticket Feels Delicious

Notes on Sushi Mouth A.M.

THIS TICKET FEELS DELICIOUS   [ SUSHI MOUTH A.M ]   monk talk and the room spins spam panorama

this ticket feels delicious and funny looking,

it spills chemicals on my dishes down my spine pour wishes

golden vitamins

Sexlust, that tantric tesla umbrella spider,

That cobra kink tying a faucet round a sink:  

Feet on shoulders are delicious.

She opens her eyes, unifies the noon midnight

ride her

Here is a simple orgasm and how...

I had to bribe my way in to see the distraction of the mustache.

Zigzag through a maze of whispers and smoke machine spotlights.

Now it is a business suit instead of a ski mask or eye patch.

Charm and charisma.

Hostile money (there is no better investment).

Slurp, usurp, glut reaction. 

Weak.  Wanted it All.