Bukowski

Bukowski: Unaware and unafraid, they cry for bukowski. seeing their greatest fear and their greatest tragedy they cry for bukowski. realizing they have lost and the world it has forgotten them, they cry for bukowski, the frame has moved and they cry for bukowski, the hurt, too strong, the answer, too binding, the crowd, toward nothing, it all cries for bukowski. Unaware of their greatest strength, they cry for bukowski. Unafraid of the moment, the sacred, the lasting, they cry for bukowski. At last, we will cry. Bukowski.

Notes:

Walk through the rain

The thing is that we've lost our place. mechanical arms have displaced our thoughts.

Breathe with the author

Song: No Force
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No force
Alive
Cause we know we're fighting time
Alone
I Think it might be time
If we come alive and
Look toward the sky
Then it might be fine.
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In any mans entreaty, no matter how great the words, only that much is real which is the expression of his character, the inward quality and habitual desire in his life.