Love-Love-Love

Lucia scolds me for leaving the lid of the potty up, this is taboo in our house, I say, 

yes dear, and she says, 

just make sure you close the lid next time burro and don’t try to butter me up. 

It’s awful, my words are nearly always an offence.

A man must partly give up being a man
with womenfolk.  

If a thin man is with a fat woman, she has to give everything it she’s got because she’s lucky to have him.

How bout the fat girl who's loved by a thin man she's gotta stay on top of things, especially her man. 

shit happens,

Some guys like a women that treats em mean and doesn't care.

It's bein in the lobby of a Miami Hotel looking for love, love, love, or when your woman spends the night with another man.

Remeber that love comes and goes in life. 

In Bukowski’s book, Women, he writes that he never got laid  until he was a famous writer— the dude was fugly to the bone. 

Women fucked him because they were attracted to his mind.

Joanna Bull, a voluptuous blonde former girlfriend of rock star drummer Levon Helm, sent him samples of her poetry and began visiting him at his bungalow in East LA. 

Miss Bull knew he wanted to sleep with her. 

One night she got loaded and stayed at his house late remembering,   

when we got to the moment of truth, wrestling around and doing stuff, preparing ourselves, he realized I hadn’t taken off my panties and was disgusted. 

Afterward, she goes into the toilet and throws up, saying, 

it was unbearable for me, 

If Joanna Bull had a lick of kindness she would have mercy fucked Bukowski, regardless of his looks.

In his book Ham and Rye, he mentions going to ROTC instead of the gym because he was ashamed to wear shorts and exposing the boils on his legs. 

Around the same time, his old man, Heinrich, sent Charles to a dermatology clinic where a nurse spent hours painfully sucking pus and blood out of his large cysts and boils with a syringe. After a few weeks of the horrid process, Buk’s face and body looked worse. 

By the fifties, Bukowski’s Acne Conglobata was a non-issue. 

Buk claimed the majority of what he wrote was literally what had happened in his life, representing himself and his experiences at the bottom of American society. 

Simply put, his life was as undomesticated as his writing.