My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but itโs much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours
Charles BukowskiAmerican women drove hard bargains and the ended up looking the worst for it. The few natural American women left were mostly in Texas and Louisiana.
Charles Bukowski