>It’s cold and late. Too cold and late to be sitting in a truck unless you said the word “ICU” in the last hour, and even then you should let the thing warm up first, put some music on the radio, prepare a thermos. But I consider this an exercise in budget shock treatment. I can’t make my brain work. The only thing I want to do is finally stop existing somewhere. I don’t want to actively die, I want to passively evaporate.
Why haven't you read him yet?
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But I have read him user.
Prose is freaking weak user
What do you think of him?
>unless you said "ICU" in the last hour
chills
The man is one of my absolute favorites. Peiple forget how funny he can be, as is the case with most brilliant men. Took me awhile to find this but it's one of my favorite passages:
"It’s the most nowhere place on earth, so the temptation is overpowering to make it somewhere.For about six months I’ve been doing this by planning a bank robbery.See, there’s a bank at the end of this strip mall.It’s not one of the big popular banks with nice signs where you hear ambient discussion about new housing developments.It’s one of those banks where people go to quietly withdraw forty dollars and deposit a roll of quarters and get the hell out."
i just picked up ham on rye
hes shit i will now write a bukowski poem
"CIGGARETTE PUSSY COFFE (BLACK) EXISTENTIAL PAIN MUH DICK BIX NOOOD MUFUGGHA2
you forgot the alcohol you faggot
good one..