It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.
- Charles Bukowski
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.nobody ever finds
the one.the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fillnothing else
fills.
:>)
I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her
even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid.
Very worse things
“There are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late”
Charles Bukowski
Roll the Dice →
Roll the Dice
by Charles Bukowski
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could…
Kurt Vonnegut and Troll.
- I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.
