Reading The New Yorker exclusively while on the loo, my elitism is solely hampered by the nerves in my legs, which prevent me from finishing anything but the movie reviews in one session - save bowel movements.

The legacy of Bukowski
A Mr C. Bukowksi
All and sundry see Bukowsi
or otherwise The Big Lebowski.

Oh, if only I could
find the switch
by means of which I would
turn this rich bitch
into an itch on my
but, i cannot

I had to experience my time changing, before I first had a sense of comprehension that times were different before my time.
It seemed like a simple, rational fact, one a child wouldn't question after turning five, yet only now has it received the quality of a feeling.

Wer in meinem Alter dieses Buch nicht weit von sich weist, dem ist zu wünschen dass er einen schwarzen Gürtel in Selbstmotivation oder Vergessen besitzt.
Bei mir ist es letzteres.