I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.
Charles BukowskiI went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.
Charles BukowskiIโve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I canโt quite make out what it is. It takes time.
Charles BukowskiUnless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.
Charles Bukowski