bukowski is so fucking hip & cliche. at the same time, he was impressive & disgusting[ly honest] as a poet .
he was a paradox. he was a writer.
it makes sense not to know what to think of him.
Life is so ironic. It takes sadness to know happiness, noise to appreciate silence, and absence to value presence.
i have to admit. ive always wanted to play the part of puck or ariel, shakespeare wrote them well. & i think i would have a blast doing it.
i miss [the person i thought] you [were.]
work. devendra is playing. people are eating & drinking wine. females giggle.
these stitches came out today & i greeted a customer with a chunk of dead gum caught [playing] in my mouth.
this is life.