I have ever read - or smelt.
It beats a lot of great haikai,
and even Saint Emily.
It's by Richard Brautigan
and I know exactly how he felt.
December 30
At 1:30 in the morning a fartsmells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.
I have to get out of bed
to write this down without
my glasses on.
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Richard Brautigan chucked a rock through a police-station window, so he'd be arrested and given something to eat, somewhere to sleep.
He told the police he was going to be a Famous Writer - so they sent him to the loony-bin, an establishment such as his contemporary Ken Kesey described, where he was given Electro-convulsive 'therapy'...
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