Charles Bukowski

Pulp

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  • Lily Anhas quoted10 years ago
    what are you waiting for, the last rose of summer?
  • spanisheyes112has quoted9 years ago
    Hell was what you made it.
  • Kay Nomanhas quoted9 years ago
    It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
  • Stepan Ustinovhas quoted8 years ago
    I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw when I was born. But then I was trying to get out. Ever since I have been working in the other direction and with pretty lousy luck.
  • illbleedoutforuhas quoted9 years ago
    ?” I asked.
    “Never mind. I want Celine.
  • Táliahas quoted2 years ago
    A warm zero. Here I was 55 years old and I didn’t have a pot to catch rain in. My father had warned me that I would end up diddling myself on some stranger’s back porch in Arkansas. And I still had time to make it.
  • Táliahas quoted2 years ago
    Then she got up and walked out of there. I never saw an ass like that in my life. Beyond concept. Beyond everything. Don’t bother me now. I want to think about it.

    men <3

  • Sebas Ghas quoted3 years ago
    “Maybe you met all the wrong kinds of women?”
    “Maybe I’m attached to that.”
  • Sebas Ghas quoted3 years ago
    Punk,” he said, “your 24 hours are up. You still diddling with your weenie or you made your mind up?”
    “I’m still diddling with my weenie.”
  • Sebas Ghas quoted3 years ago
    I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of us weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables. I was one of those. I don’t know what kind of vegetable I was. I felt like a turnip. I lit a cigar, inhaled, and pretended that I knew what the hell.
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