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‘Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody else’s. It shocks them, terrifies them. It’s like a great surprise. Hell, it should never be. I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk into it: “Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready.”

There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is no death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honour their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.’

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quote taken from ‘The captain is out to lunch and the sailors have taken over the ship’ Charles Bukowski, illustrated by Robert Crumb.

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