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Charles Bukowski |
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Footnote on the construction of the masses |
some people are young and nothing else and some people are old and nothing else and some people are in between just in between.
and if the flies wore clothes on their backs and all the buildings burned in golden fire, if heaven shook like a belly dancer and all the atom bombs began to cry, some people would be young and nothing else and some people would be old and nothing else and the rest would be the same the rest would be the same
the few who are different are eliminated quickly enough by the police, by their mothers, their brothers, others, by themselves.
all thatīs left is what you see.
itīs hard. |
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