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About: “If I could sleep I might make love. I’d go into the woods. My eyes would see … the sky, the earth. I’d run, run, they wouldn’t catch me.” - Samuel Beckett

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saltywhisperss:

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ifamafija:

well,
now some eat to forget and some drink to forget and some
make love to forget
and some take drugs to forget and some go to movies to
forget
and some sleep to forget and some travel to forget and
some work crossword puzzles to forget and some
chop wood to forget and some
stand on their…

“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!”Charles Bukowski (via feellng)

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3 is the Magic Number: Dinosauria, We by Charles Bukowski

3-the-magic-number:

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad…

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