#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
Office of Postmaster—United States Post Office—January 1, 1970 The attention of all employees is directed to the Code of Ethics for postal employees as set forth in Part 742 of the Post...
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.