Shout about it

C.B

«My dear,
Find what you want and let it kill you. Let it drain you of 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 the things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.

Falsely yours,
Charles Bukowski.»