You must remember.
Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts,
that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Oh Charles Bukowski

"Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their
lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so."



"great writers are indecent people
they live unfairly
saving the best part for paper.

"good human beings save the world
so that bastards like me can keep creating art,
become immortal.
if you read this after I am dead
it means I made it."


"whiskey makes the heart beat faster
but it sure doesn't help the
mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just
from the deadly drone of
existence?"



"the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them."



"Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death--in a cesspool."



"Of course it's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well."

"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."

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