all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.
Charles BukowskiThe blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.
Charles BukowskiDaddy,' my mother asked, 'arenโt we going to run out of gas?' No thereโs plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' Iโm going to get some god-damed oranges!
Charles BukowskiSometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.
Charles BukowskiWhere did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!
Charles BukowskiIt was hard for me to believe. When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had a hole and my father had a dong that shot juice. How could they have things like that and walk around as if everything was normal, and talk about things, and then do it and not tell anybody?
Charles Bukowski