The thought taxidermy of Bukowski hanging around in Franz Kafka’s kitchenette.
Note from the editor
Thought taxidermy. What you might expect if Charles Bukowski took a PhD in creative writing only to drop out and hang around in Franz Kafka’s kitchenette.
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