vrijdag 3 juli 2015
Charles Bukowski
once in a while
it is only once in a while that you see someone whose electricity and presence matches yours at that moment and then usually it's a stranger. it was 3 or 4 years ago i was walking on Sunset Blvd toward Vermont when a block away i noticed a figure moving toward me. there was something in her carriage and in her walk which attracted me. as we came closer the intensity increased. suddenly i knew her entire history: she had lived all her life with men who had never really known her. as she approached i became almost dizzy. i could hear her footsteps as she approached. i looked into her face. she was as beautiful as i had imagined she would be. as we passed our eyes fucked and loved and sang to each other and then she moved past me. i walked on not looking back. then when i looked back she was gone. what is one to do in a world where almost everything worth having or doing is impossible? I went into a coffee shop and decided that if i ever saw her again somehow, I'd say "listen, please i just must speak to you..." I never saw her again I never will. the iron in our society silences a man's heart and when you silence a man's heart you leave him finally with only a cock.
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