YOU DULL ME!
Charles BukowskiWe're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
Charles BukowskiDon't try.
Charles BukowskiTags: on-his-gravestone
Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.
Charles Bukowskiand then there are some who
believe that old
relationships can be
revived and made new
again.
but please
if you feel that way
don't phone
don't write
don't arrive
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.
When you clean up a city, you destroy it.
Charles Bukowskithere is moss on the walls
and the stain of thought and failure and
waiting
Forgive me, I guess I am off in the head, but I mean, except for a quickie piece of ass it wouldn't matter to me if all the people in the world died. Yes, I know it's not nice. But I'd be as contended as a snail; it was, after all, the people who had made me unhappy.
Charles BukowskiI sit here
drunk now.
I am
a series of
small victories
and large defeats
and I am as
amazed
as any other
that
I have gotten
from there to
here
without committing murder
or being
murdered;
without
having ended up in the
madhouse.
as I drink alone
again tonight
my soul despite all the past
agony
thanks all the gods
who were not
there
for me
then.
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