as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.
Charles Bukowskithe last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.
Charles BukowskiI just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I donโt want to hear about your troubles.
Charles Bukowski