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1221 - NOVA RADOST - Where is the one in Last Christmas

All sounds are from http://freesound.org and http://youtube.com:

(used fragment from the movie Wit [2001])

Credits:

Heart Beat Monitor Flat Line.flac +
https://freesound.org/people/qubodup/sounds/182700/

3 man whisper praying dutch.wav by klankbeeld +
https://freesound.org/people/klankbeeld/sounds/223804/

Opening bottle with pills by KeshaFilm +
https://freesound.org/people/KeshaFilm/sounds/194206/

doctoroffice.mp3 by NoiseCollector +
https://freesound.org/people/NoiseCollector/sounds/100152/

00559 deep breathing 1.wav by Robinhood76 +
https://freesound.org/people/Robinhood76/sounds/63120/

Eulogy of Love.mp3 by RikkyBoy399 +
https://freesound.org/people/RikkyBoy399/sounds/413149/

Rezos frios.wav by lunches +
https://freesound.org/people/lunches/sounds/165880/

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1225 - Radost Bozica - there are birds in the elevator to hell

1225 - Radost Bozica 02 - Eternal Ethereal Realness

This one sounds like a trip. 
Like a travel that's going for so long, and long and long. 
...
You lost your track of time, and you timed your loss of track...
But it looks like every move you make moves the marble field. 
Even tho your speed; you're just a wave, flowing to the far far away destination
that you once knew, and forgot.

1225 - Radost Bozica 03 - Moving the marble field

Bukowski reading Bukowski.
--From Dangling In The Tournefortia (1982)

I still get letters in the mail, mostly from cracked-up
men in tiny rooms with factory jobs or no jobs who are
living with whores or no woman at all, no hope, just
booze and madness.

Most of their letters are on lined paper
written with an unsharpened pencil
or in ink
in tiny handwriting that slants to the
left

and the paper is often torn
usually halfway up the middle
and they say they like my stuff,
I've written from where it's at, and
they recognize that. truly, I've given them a second
chance, some recognition of where they're at.

it's true, I was there, worse off than most
of them.
but I wonder if they realize where their letters
arrive?
well, they are dropped into a box
behind a six-foot hedge with a long driveway leading
to a two car garage, rose garden, fruit trees,
animals, a beautiful woman, mortgage about half
paid after a year, a new car,
fireplace and a green rug two-inches thick
with a young boy to write my stuff now,
I keep him in a ten-foot cage with a
typewriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores,
belt him pretty good three or four times
a week.
I'm 59 years old now and the critics say
my stuff is getting better than ever.

Audio used from his interview:
"Charles Bukowski on dying and how to write"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTPxWkBgW6U

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