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Beware Those Quick To

Charles Bukowski

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Beware Those Quick To Praise For They Need Praise In Return Beware Those Who Are Quick To Censor They Are Afraid Of What They Do Not Know Beware Those Who Seek Constant Crowds For They Are Nothing Alone Beware The Average Man The Average Woman Beware Their Love, Their Love Is Average Seeks Average

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I Tell You Such Fine Music Waits In The Shadows Of Hell.

Courts Are Places Where The Ending Is Written First And All That Precedes Is Simply Vaudeville.

The Tigers Have Found Me And I Do Not Care.

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Goodness Can Be Found Sometimes In The Middle Of Hell.

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The Human Race Had Always Disgusted Me. Essentially, What Made Them Disgusting Was The Family-relationship Illness, Which Included Marriage, Exchange Of Power And Aid, Which Neighborhood, Your District, Your City, Your County, Your State, Your Nation-everybody Grabbing Each Other's Assholes In The Honeycomb Of Survival Out Of A Fear-animalistic Stupidity.

But She Projected Vitality - You Knew That She Was There.

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There's No Defense Except All The Errors Made

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The Sea Is Made Of Blood

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