unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.

More from Charles Bukowski

• flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.
• Overhead my spirit flies Upon the ground and crimson skies Whispering winds in moonlit woods A totem oak once golden stood.
• the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
• the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them Cause and Effect
• the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with the stars
• there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you.