Was just brought to my attention that this bag of bones would have been 99 today! If you didn’t know me about 7 years back, you may have missed when this man became my heart and soul and life. Not because I looked up to him, but because I saw everything I wanted to be, everything I was dying for permission to let loose, in him. The world hasn’t changed that drastically. Its still a world where we celebrate men for their sexploitations and burly “realness” and we shame women for the same. Bukowski wasn’t just a man who took the ugly and made it beautiful to the point of tears. He lived. Fully. Unapologetically. Raw. Happy Birthday to the man who was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead. The man who knew what mattered most was how well we walk through fire. And that there is a loneliness in this world so great you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. And to reference a convo I had with @sarah_calavera about him the other night i leave you with this out of context text. “I think about that GD orangutan all the time”. #bukowski #junglebook #iwannabelikeyou
