Loni Richard

“she's half-insane, looking for an out; she's hard, she's scared, she's been fooled, taken, abused, used, over-used . . .
but, under all that, to me she's the flower, I see her as she was before she was ruined by the lies: theirs and hers.”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

“drink without smoke is like cock without pussy”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

“you smirk, look at her (what’s this?), you’re cut somewhere, love it, the dripping of red onto your dirty torn undershirt, the whiskey roaring through your invincibility: you’re young, you’re big, and the world stinks from centuries of Humanity while you’re on course and there’s something left to drink—”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

“the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense