As you
read Bukowski
you realize
there's a lot
of wisdom there.
Not the
book learned type
but the kind
that stems from
living decades
on the
mean streets
of life,
hanging with
common folk,
and a
real hard existence
of drinking,
whoring, lusting
and a general
despising of the
human race.
Thank you Charles.
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