the masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things.
Charles Bukowskiyour letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.
Charles BukowskiIn a capitalistic society the losers slaved for the winners and you have to have more losers than winners.
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