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Charles Bukowski

Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit

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  • Polina Pshidalцитирует8 лет назад
    people who believe in politics
    are like people who believe in god:
    they are sucking wind through bent
    straws.
    there is no god
    there are no politics
    there is no peace
    there is no love
    there is no control
    there is no plan
    stay away from god
    remain disturbed
    slide.
  • Aldair Apodacaцитирует8 лет назад
    agony can sustain life
    but peace is always horrifying
    peace is the worst thing
    walking
    talking
    smiling,
    seeming to be.
  • Aldair Apodacaцитирует8 лет назад
    blue moon, oh bleweeww mooooon how I adore you!
    I care for you, darling, I love you,
    the only reason I fucked L. is because you fucked
    Z. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N.
    and because you fucked N. I had to fuck
    Y. But I think of you constantly, I feel you
    here in my belly like a baby, love I’d call it,
    no matter what happens I’d call it love, and so
    you fucked C. and then before I could move
    you fucked W., so then I had to fuck D. But
    I want you to know that I love you, I think of you
    constantly, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anybody
    like I love you.
    bow wow bow wow wow
    bow wow bow wow wow.
  • Aldair Apodacaцитирует8 лет назад
    if I have any advice about writing
    poetry, it’s—
    don
  • Aldair Apodacaцитирует8 лет назад
    it’s hot tonight
    and half the neighborhood is
    drunk. the other half is
    dead.
  • Aldair Apodacaцитирует8 лет назад
    to die alone and ready and unsurprised,
    that’s the trick.
  • Aldair Apodacaцитирует8 лет назад
    stick with the laughter and horror of death.
  • Aldair Apodacaцитирует8 лет назад
    meat is cut as roses are cut
    men die as dogs die
    love dies like dogs die,
  • Aldair Apodacaцитирует8 лет назад
    I have, he went on, betrayed myself with
    belief, deluded myself with love
    tricked myself with sex.
  • Aldair Apodacaцитирует8 лет назад
    these poets are very sensitive
    they have more sensitivity than talent,
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