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    Charles Bukowski
    “when we were kids
    laying around the lawn
    on our
    bellies

    we often talked
    about
    how
    we'd like to
    die

    and
    we all
    agreed on the
    same
    thing;

    we'd all
    like to die
    fucking

    (although
    none of us
    had
    done any
    fucking)

    and now
    that
    we are hardly
    kids
    any longer

    we think more
    about
    how
    not to
    die

    and
    although
    we're
    ready

    most of
    us
    would
    prefer to
    do it
    alone

    under the
    sheets

    now
    that

    most of
    us

    have fucked
    our lives
    away.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “it seemed to me that I had never met
    another person on earth
    as discouraging to my happiness
    as my father.
    and it appeared that I had
    the same effect upon
    him.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “Beasts bounding through time.

    Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
    Hemingway testing his shotgun
    Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
    the impossibility of being human
    Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
    Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
    the impossibility of being human
    Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
    Mailer stabbing his
    the impossibility of being human
    Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
    Dostoevsky lined up against a wall to be shot
    Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
    the impossibility
    Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
    Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
    Lorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troops
    the impossibility
    Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
    Chatterton drinking rat poison
    Shakespeare a plagiarist
    Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
    the impossibility the impossibility
    Nietzsche gone totally mad
    the impossibility of being human
    all too human
    this breathing
    in and out
    out and in
    these punks
    these cowards
    these champions
    these mad dogs of glory

    moving this little bit of light toward
    us
    impossibly”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense



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