...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.
Charles BukowskiThings get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.
Charles Bukowskibeware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average
Charles BukowskiI didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.
Charles Bukowski