Ya got cigarettes?” asks. “Yes,” say,“I got cigarettes.” “ — Charles Bukowski

Norway Timelapse
PlayPlay

previous arrow
next arrow
Norway Timelapse
Budapest Timelapse
Iceland Timelapse
Berlin Timelapse
London Timelapse
previous arrow
next arrow

Ya got cigarettes?” she asks. “Yes,” I say,“I got cigarettes.” “Matches?” she asks.“Enough to burn Rome.” “Whiskey?”“Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain.” “You drunk?” “Not yet.

Charles Bukowski

Related Authors: Charles Bukowski

Related Topics: cigarettes, drinking, drowning-one-s-sorrows, drowning-sorrows, pain, poem, poetry, smoking, through-the-streets-of-anywhere, whiskey

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *