Cincinnati

The death of art is the fear of failure and the desire to do a ‘good job’.

A man said to the Universe
Sir, I exist!
However, replied the Universe
that fact has not created in me a sense of obligation.

“And if there is anybody out there who feels crazy enough to want to become a writer, I’d say go ahead, spit in the eye of the sun, hit those keys, it’s the best madness going, the centuries need help, the species cry for light and gamble and laughter. Give it to them. There are enough words for all of us”
Charles Bukowski
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Dance dance dance (Murakami), Love is a dog from hell (Bukowski)

Hedwig and the angry inch