There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock.
People are so tired. Mutilated either by love or no love.
People are just not good to eachother one on one.
The rich are not good to the rich.
The poor are not good to the poor.
We are afraid.
Our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners.
It hasn't told us about the gutters or the suicides
or the terror of one person aching in one place alone
untouched
unspoken to.
Watering a plant.
Charles Bukowski (Love is a dog from hell)
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