I will always carry you, inside, outside, on my fingertips, and at brain edges.
Charles BukowskiI didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.
Charles BukowskiWhat were you going to do tonight?"
"I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff."
"Who's that?"
"A dead Russian.
She drove with the throttle to the floor and took the curves sliding and screeching and without expression. That was class. If she loved like she drove it was going to be a hell of a night.
Charles BukowskiShe made the same money in ten minutes that I had made in a day with some hours thrown in. Monetarily speaking, it seemed sure as shit you were better off having a pussy than a cock.
Charles BukowskiZircoff," I said, "put the tomatoes away."
"Piss," he said, "I wish they were hand grenades.
Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.
Charles Bukowskiand you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.
Charles BukowskiLove is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
Charles BukowskiCareful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely.
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