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to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will not be like theirs.
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alone with everybody 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 them men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they 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 t..
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The Genius Of The Crowd there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love beware the preachers beware t..
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genius
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and you invented me and I invented you and that's why we don't get along on this bed any longer. you were the world's greatest invention until you flushed me away. now it's your turn to wait for the touch of the handle. somebody will do it to you, bitch, and if they don't you will - mixed with your own green or yellow or white or blue or lavender goodbye.
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Charles Bukowski |
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Nothing is worse than to finish a good shit, then reach over and find the toilet paper container empty. Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass.
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Charles Bukowski |
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In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.
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Charles Bukowski |
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Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.
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sadness
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It was better for me when I could imagine greatness in others, even if it wasn't always there.
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Charles Bukowski |
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Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.
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Charles Bukowski |
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It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.
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Charles Bukowski |
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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
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Charles Bukowski |
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There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do. It begins with the family, runs through school and goes into the business world.
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If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
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relationships
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Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.
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Charles Bukowski |
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I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown
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Charles Bukowski |
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they thought I had guts they were wrong
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Charles Bukowski |
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Human relationships were strange. I mean, you were with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stopped. Then there was a short period when you weren't with anybody, then another woman arrived, and you ate with her and fucked her, and it all seemed so normal, as if you had been waiting just for her and she had been waiting for you. I never felt right bein..
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The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
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nothing
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the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever
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Charles Bukowski |
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the history of melancholia includes all of us.
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Charles Bukowski |
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the courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.
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Charles Bukowski |
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the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and
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time
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it seemed to me that I had never met another person on earth as discouraging to my happiness as my father. and it appeared that I had the same effect upon him.
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nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself and it will be easy enough to fail so very easily but don't, don't, don't. just watch them. listen to them. do you want to be like that? a faceless, mindless, heartless being? do you want ..
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Charles Bukowski |
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I wasn't much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.
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Charles Bukowski |
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There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.
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Charles Bukowski |
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Beware Those Who Are ALWAYS READING BOOKS
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But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.
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Charles Bukowski |
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The area dividing the brain and the soul Is affected in many ways by experience -- Some lose all mind and become soul: insane. Some lose all soul and become mind: intellectual.
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charles
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Our disappointment sits between us.
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Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.
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Charles Bukowski |
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The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.
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Charles Bukowski |
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when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.
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Charles Bukowski |
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the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them
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destruction
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how come you're so ugly?" "my life has hardly been pretty -- the hospitals, the jails, the jobs, the women, the drinking. some of my critics claim that i have deliberately inflicted myself with pain. i wish that some of my critics had been along with me for the journey. it's true that i haven't always chosen easy situations but that's a hell of a long ways from saying that i leaped into the oven and locked the door. hangover, the electric n..
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I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the b..
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Charles Bukowski |
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When a hot woman meets a hermit one of them is going to change.
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Charles Bukowski |
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I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought huge quantities. I could feel them wondering why I wasn't dead yet and it made me uncomfortable. They probably weren't thinking any such thing, but then a man gets paranoid when he has 300 hangovers a year.
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animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along
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heaven
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Are you becoming what you've always hated?
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Charles Bukowski |
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stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover.
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Charles Bukowski |
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Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.
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beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art
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Charles Bukowski |
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For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.
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