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Charles Bukowksi, Love is a Dog from Hell: Poems 1974-1977; from 'texan'

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“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”

— Charles Bukowski

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"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."

– Charles Bukowski

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{Words by Charles Bukowski/ Mary Oliver from invitation}

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Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!

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“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”

— Charles Bukowski

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“Too often, the only escape is sleep.”

— Charles Bukowski

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Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.

Charles Bukowski

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I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

Charles Bukowski

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when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want—do you call it freedom or loneliness?

- Bukowski

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Charles Bukowski, "no title," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

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We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

—Charles Bukowski

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from my bed I watch 3 birds on a telephone wire. one flies off. then another. one is left, then it too is gone. my typewriter is tombstone still. and I am reduced to bird watching. just thought I'd let you know, fucker.

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“beware of those that seek

constant crowds. they are

nothing alone.”

― Charles Bukowski.

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The angry, the empty, the lonely, the tricked. We are all museums of fear.

Charles Bukowski

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Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever. We made love just by looking at them.

Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills