Charles Bukowski
BLOOM IN PARIS
[Spoken Word: Charles Bukowski & _BY.ALEXANDER]
But uh, in your story, love is always a synonym for sexual intercourse
Where do you get, where do you get this crap, baby?
Love is a dog from hell
That's all
It has its own agony and brings its own agonies with it
Love is a dog from hell
But I mean, I don't know where you get your concepts from, man
You really fucked up
What's your definition of love?
Love, is kinda like, I wanna say, a fog in the morning when you wake up before the sun comes out...
It's just there a little while and then it burns away
Really?
Absolutely
It burns away?
Yeah. Quickly
It's just... love is a fog that burns with thе first daylight of reality
You lose what individualism you had, if you have еnough, of course, you retain some of it
But most don't have enough, so you become watchers of game shows, you know, things like that
When you work the eight-hour job with almost no feeling of goodness
Like you're doing something
You get married, that marriage is a victory
And you have children, like children is a victory
Most things most people do are a total grind
Marriage, birth, children
Something they have to do because there's nothing else to do
There's no glory in it
There's no steam
There's no fire
It's very very flat
And the Earth is full of
Sorry but, that's the way I see it
The way I see it
The way I see it
The way I see it
The way I see it
The way I see it
[Outro: Charles Bukowski]
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