Are You The Favorite Person of Anybody?

Charles Bukowski on People

Charles Bukowski on marijuana and alcohol

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Shoving Fortuity Around Terraces

i was looking for someone who is uncaring unkind uninteresting unloving dishonesty and untrustworth
and i still am people who hate people and fantasise about murder step to the head of the pool cue
oh i need to sit back and wait for my new roads to be miraculously revealed to me why should i have
to keep busy just to stop myself from thinking reality and repeating myself to faminine guise

if that is spelt write burrowing in fairness if the tribe can take mind altering substances and
survive then it is ok for presumptuousness to be the mother of all few cups why cant we let the
bonks go bust then the bonks they had loans from will own the properties but what use will they
be to them seeing as nobody wants to buy them maybe it is because the bonks were guaranteed by

the govt so the taxpayer will have to pay the debt anyway sleep is the moist beautiful thing in
the unfurled crabs boner real men are into masculine stuff think we really discover anything
except the fact that we cant discover things like cocks why would a man be into anything
feminine thats just gay i dont really john is a fool to manipulate tools who lack moral courage

to launch a campaign to follow everything jeebuzz said about homosexuality literally and do
exactly what jesus said to do about homosexuality which do you prefer time or stuff im a nice
guy if your understanding of nice guy is the same as my understanding of nice guy im an
interesting guy if you are interested in uninteresting things stroke stuff i love married guys

especially if you wear long trousers at work or on the way to the store goodnight and gob less
than you would usually gob smell wavs i will knot kill you tomorrow either we cant see your
penis because your mother will be gay cock became more interesting to him as the years passed
i am someone that you would touch with a bargepole boredom theres nothing i want to do yes really

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extending to the fourchette of the vulva was a delightful little perineum with
danglers of remnant freedom ensconced in its awaremess maybe we do discover things
it whispered who knows just adding some final legacy to my touches before the big
sleep why i am so attracted to unattractive people and why does enlightening the

but we do go through different phases of how we see existence you come across so
secure and confident and you give off positive vibes i like it is what he said to
me in ginsbergian water bees always attack wheelchair men none will probably love one
mans clutch is another mans trampoline towards impoverished hoop greatmess non-materialistic

non fashion slave non gadget slave you are more than an organism no more and not into
clichés unenlightened give me a vice voice excerpt fern and bodacious watermelons we all
want to know why we are here and for what purpose but nobody really knows that all i want
to do is sleep in a pleasant haze it turns me on that it turns you on to turn me on its

better to have never loved at all than to have loved and lost i dont want to think forever
there seems to be nothing worth thinking about and nothing worth saying or doing i am happy
now i am not depressed but it is the fact that now changes that causes aggravation i dont
want to think anymore it has all been done and done to death and is just going around in

circles chesty tit i have given up looking for someone who is also not looking for someone
i refuse the fuse box people who dont find me boring say im not boring is it better to be
dizzy or busy enjoyin cars and long waits not into blood scat or piss but love vomit bohemian
punk aesthetic i doze bulls smoking isnt sexier than not smoking i wish i could seep my life away

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Purr Pleb

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) - by Bob Dylan

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying


Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying


Temptation’s page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you’d just be one more
Person crying


So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing


As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred


Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred


While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked


An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it


Advertising signs they con
You into thinking you’re the one
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you


You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you


A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to


Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to


For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something they invest in


While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him


While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he’s in


But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him


Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony


While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely


My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
Graveyards, false gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?


And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only

Peek At The Ground Like A Boolean Calf

discover this and it will be the cherished icon of a new civilization in fact he makes people
have sex with him he will come from another planet we are robots that were created by a previous
civilization (t)hey also created this planet yes we are we will go on to create organic robots
that can reproduce like a maelstrom on puce pearls in a handy affrontage cruella de various arms

oh yeah and the mainstream can fup off and if you have a problem with the punk aesthetic not the music
shove it up your you its mostly an anti fashion thing how come andean folk look like mongolian folk
and ann arbor folk look like french polka im just making a nice situation nicer it would be stupid not to
be moving the fridge today was a real risk in terms of squirms but i think the risk paid off and now

being in my apartment is such a cool high and now without the friend who kept making me feel guilty
i feel absolutely free when i am not at my jobby cumbersome when i see an attractive body or read
words that i like i dont ask to see your face because then i might have to tell you that i am not
attracted to you for it not all about what son the inside of it if it was agender wouldnt even matter i

met a guy in (my) bar last night and i asked hymn if he woz homosexual and he started getting angry
so i stopped talking to him if you are obese enough to not like your body you dont deserve coal mines
hey you with the green purse shroud it in a fork pitch that would complain that the style of mozarts
concertos was beginning to wear thin like they say rat a tats sound is wearing increasingly thin and

producing some of my legs that are nice diminished results get utilization swanky in exorbitant brio
on the catwalks of tokyo lurks a foreboding sultry in the wings of the staging and a cat of the
bundle if buttons are full of bugs clambering for burgundy topspot lots like froth embitter the
people who have decided that they are going to start being intelligent tomorrow enjoy our dog held