great writers are indecent peoplethey live unfairlysaving the best part for paper. good human beings save the worldso that bastards like me can keep creating art, become immortal. if you read this after I am deadit means I made it.
Charles BukowskiAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 16, 1920
- Died: March 9, 1994
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