My God, you alone know how much I love reading Bukowski and Satre, here I am, at it again and no one quite describe languid adult like Charles every word seems to fly right out the Graduate and Barfly two movies I will never forget if life's like those two movies I best not relent. In sex pot he inscribes
one day she just
fell down
inside of her sexual organs
and vanished.
fell down
inside of her sexual organs
and vanished.
I kind of get that feeling too, feeling that no one can truly ever match your love with the purity that you have got, None is as sapiosexual enough to join in the know of such joy in licking a woman's cunt while she baths the child or breastfeed him.
It's those little things...
What will I, why will I ever come outside when I found a love, which is why we search and search and true love is the most attacked nation on earth.
Ther really is nothing to do in life but to sit and read. Money means nothing and all that suffering make me discount the things that made me suffer in the first place.
My room is empty I have a Gohozon on a shelf with coul and a candle by mattress is folded and there's nothing I want inside it but a plant and a cat. To coffee and cigarettes and where is the woman who can understand that lightness is being
another marriage
I really began to feel bad.
I had resigned myself to dying alone
in a small room—
now she was trying to reshape my master plan.
besides she... (my nigger)
I really began to feel bad.
I had resigned myself to dying alone
in a small room—
now she was trying to reshape my master plan.
besides she... (my nigger)
Just like him I go to whorehouses looking for those vicious bitches whore with pussies with darkened stalagmites, sit down and first make up these stories in my head how's she's one long studying her mannerisms. one of either Duke is playing in my ears, either Ellington or Pearson I always carry groundnut with me, see groundnut o, that should get her high at least.
Sometimes I get tired and just leave, content
in an way life is like that tv program of spies he saw and you couldn't be interested on how best people were chasing money, acting cool you were beyond it, like ants struggling for your crumb the whole world seem so small and everyone was just prostituting or plain stupid.
apart from Music and books I can tell you there's nothing to live for
you boys can keep your virgins
give me hot old women in high heels
with asses that forgot to get old..
of course, you leave afterwards
or get very drunk
which is the same
thing.
My question trailing life is How come I am not worth being loved by those I do ? even when I show up I look like a beggar for something we all are in excess of. We toil scrounge to bring the things that should portray love but they will not let us close to.thrd fire she would rather squat her vulva facing the kiln than to me, who made it warm.
A woman is just a tad above animal, narcissistic, conscienceless and depraved, but nothing quite turns on that licking a woman when she watches a horror movie
It's those little ironies that betray the hard to convert animal in us, the senility of our sex
Even if vulvas were cut seperate detached from them like gizzards and spread on a butchers table, at best dip your fingers and taste, I wouldn't advise taking them with you when a simple naked photograph could replicate them.
But I should hope one finds a rock, or a noose a female shoulder want built for being leant on
You understand what a languid waste of a life being an adult can be, If you do, found and understand life is such detach gizzard, and since there is no where to go and only matters how or whore,
Even if vulvas were cut seperate detached from them like gizzards and spread on a butchers table, at best dip your fingers and taste, I wouldn't advise taking them with you when a simple naked photograph could replicate them.
But I should hope one finds a rock, or a noose a female shoulder want built for being leant on
You understand what a languid waste of a life being an adult can be, If you do, found and understand life is such detach gizzard, and since there is no where to go and only matters how or whore,
You are well on your Charles Bukowski bullshit.
.women don’t know how to love,
she told me.
you know how to love
but women just want to
leech.
I know this because I’m a
woman.
hahaha, I laughed.
Ironically the lead will not us be, man's love polisher I turn lead into feathers, just so i can lose them, love's eternal blacksmith deaf and craggy.
She might say you don't fuck me the way you write in your blog, you don't have a fire, you feel like lead you don't exude any sacrifice
There is a heat and ferment to a pussy that carries sacrifice, I fuck not just the person but the aura as well -na wa o -Yeah you wouldn't understand that..
There is a heat and ferment to a pussy that carries sacrifice, I fuck not just the person but the aura as well -na wa o -Yeah you wouldn't understand that..
Charles gets me like few poets can, You read this and can't help feeling like you are in a Cassavetes movie with his shorts, hairy chest, beer in his left hand smoke in the other and he lives the finality, calling you to it's wild for it's a good day to die everyday and when you read me like I did, you should laugh and saying me too
Charles Bukowski - Love is Dog From Hell
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