My beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead Christmas trees of the world.
Charles Bukowski (via tayler-marie)
My beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead Christmas trees of the world.
Long walks at night-- that's what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off their beer-maddened husbands.- Charles Bukowski
you’ve got to fuck a great many women
beautiful women
and write a few decent love poems.
and don’t worry about age
and / or freshly-arrived talents.
just drink more beer
more and more beer.Bukowski (on how to be a great writer)
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
