"What do you do? How do you write, create? You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you.
When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it."
[/bukowski]
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I'll make sure to have your ashes all spread here, once your soul will be sealed into these words.
Being an immortal on words yet you're still spreading your ashes around here. Controversial, J.
Btw, the website with the senteces is SOOOO COOL! ;D
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