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Continue reading โ: The People by Charles Bukowski
all people start to come apart finally and there it is: just empty ashtrays in a room or wisps of hair on a comb in the dissolving moonlight. it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner. when the shoes fill with blood you know…
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Continue reading โ: Cause and Effect by Charles Bukowski
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
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Continue reading โ: Finish by Charles Bukowski
We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
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Continue reading โ: Don’t Forget By Charles Bukowski
There is always somebody or something waiting for you, something stronger, more intelligent, more evil, more kind, more durable, something bigger, something better, something worse, something with eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark, something crazier than crazy, saner than sane, there is always something or somebody waiting for…
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Continue reading โ: Tonight By Charles Bukowski
Looking back down the long path I don’t believe I would have done anything different.





