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i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain

Charles Bukowski
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Charles Bukowski's Popular Quotes

If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.

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It’s so easy to be easy—if you let it.

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the history of melancholia includes all of us.

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nobody ever finds the one

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Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They're always wrong.

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Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

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People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

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I'm only interested in poetry.

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I hope that death contains less than this.

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