I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love. Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell (via whyallcaps)

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some women are delicate things
some women are delicious and
wondrous.
if you want to piss on the sun
go ahead
but please leave them
alone. C. Bukowski, A Poem for Swingers
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