“My dear,

Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains.

For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

Falsely yours, Henry Charles Bukowski”

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I’ve been working on a book of short stories and have collated several pieces over the year. I want to thank everyone for their support and hope you check it out when it’s released on Wednesday!

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