i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain
Charles BukowskiSome people like what you do, some people hate what you do, but most people simply don't give a damn.
Charles BukowskiLong before I became 'rich and famous' I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.
Charles BukowskiThe pest, in a sense, is a very superior being to us: he knows where to find us and how--usually in the bath or in sexual intercourse or asleep.
Charles Bukowski