the nights you fight best
are
when all the weapons are pointed
at you,
when all the voices
hurl their insults
while the dream is being
strangled.
the nights you fight best
are
when the game is
fixed,
when the crowd screams
for your
blood.
Love breaks my
bones and I
laugh
L'umanità mi sta sul cazzo da sempre - ecco il mio motto.
Charles Bukowskiпредпочитам да ме намерят
мъртъв върху тази пишеща машина
както
някои критици мислят
че вече
съм.
няма значение:
нуждая се единствено от
своите пишещи
пръсти
и нищожно
количество
болка.
Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right."
"Sam," I say, "that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.
Tags: life men women god sex loneliness lonely
It’s not so much that nothing means
anything but more that it keeps meaning
nothing.
there’s no release, just gurus and self-
appointed gods and hucksters.
the more people say, the less there is to say.
even the best books are dry sawdust.
Някой ден, когато се окаже, че светът има четири измерения, а не само три, човек ще може да излезе на разходка и да изчезне. Без погребение, без сълзи, без илюзии без рай и ад.
Charles BukowskiBeauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.
Charles BukowskiThere's a light somewhere.
It may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
Tags: inspirational hope dark light
We waited and waited. All of us. Didn't the shrink know that waiting was one of the things that drove people crazy? People waited all their lives. They waited to live, they waited to die. They waited in line to buy toilet paper. They waited in line for money. And if they didn't have any money they waited in longer lines. You waited to go to sleep and then you waited to awaken. You waited to get married and you waited to get divorced. You waited for it to rain, you waited for it to stop. You waited to eat and then you waited to eat again. You waited in a shrink's office with a bunch of psychos and you wondered if you were one.
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