"Find out what you love.

And let it kill you."

Charles Bukowski.

“I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.”

“I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.”

"Great art is horse poo, buy tacos."

"An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way."

"Watching the bull get the matador, that’s the best."

"Death comes slowly like ants to a fallen fig."

"We’re all going to die—all of us. What a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

“There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of a clock’s hand.”

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, ‘I’m not going to make it,’ but you laugh inside—remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”

"The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life away to a function that doesn’t interest you.”

"Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.”

“In the sun and in the rain, in the day and in the night, pain is a flower, pain is flowers, blooming all the time.”

One repays a master poorly if one remains a pupil.

Not Bukowski. But coulda been.

Frank wrote on Jul 15^th, 2022 at 10:29pm:

One repays a master poorly if one remains a pupil. Not Bukowski. But coulda been.

Can that bean get you high?

I so, I  am in!