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Beautiful minds are often stricken with a beautiful tattered seam, seemingly well stiched but very much on the brink of falling apart.
We have mouths like swinging doors, vagina’s that never quit their search for the right touch, and an appetite for breaking already broken things.
I bought a…
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it be like that.
we finally got free of
one another.
it’s sad but it’s
standard operating procedure
(I am constantly confused by
the lack of durability in human
affairs).
I suppose the parting was
unhappy
maybe even ugly.
it’s been 3 or 4
years now
and I wonder if she
ever thinks of
me, of what I am doing?”
― Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
LMAO..this is true
― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
.we all try.
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and them men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but they keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell
.You said it best.
― Charles Bukowski, Women
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