Wajiha

“I drive toward it not wanting it getting it getting it as the cat stretches yawns and rolls over into another dream.”
― Charles Bukowski, Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame

“another hot summer night as I sit here and play at being a writer again. and the worst thing of course is that the words will never truly break through for any of us. some nights I have taken the sheet out of the typer and held it over the cigarette lighter, flicked it and waited for the result.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems: A Poetry Collection on Writing, Death, and City Life

“the bar was the best place to hide in. time came under your control, time to wade in, time to do nothing in. no guru was needed, no god. nothing expected but yourself and nothing lost to the unexpected.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems: A Poetry Collection on Writing, Death, and City Life

“I know I went mad, almost as an act of theory: the lost are found the sick are healthy the non-creators are the creators.”
― Charles Bukowski, Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame