Charles Bukowski. Post office (№ 132595)

In the bedroom we have around the bed was so low to the wall, peregorazhivanie room. It placed the pots, and the pots were placed geraniums. When Joyce first went to bed and earned, I noticed that the floorboards began to bend and shake.
Then - plop.
- Oh! I said.
- Well, what else? asked Joyce. Don't stop! Don't stop!
- Baby, I ass pot of geraniums fell.
Don't stop! Keep it up!
- Okay, okay!
Again I rassouloula, everything was going well, and then - Oh, ***s!
- What is it? What is it?
- Another pot of geraniums, baby, fuck me in the tailbone, slipped in the ass, and fell.
On with the geraniums! On! On!
- That's okay.
Through all the exercise the pots all fell and fell. How ***be under bombardment.