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mama: masz syrop.
ja: po co mi?
mama: bo kaszlesz.
ja: kaszlę bo palę. syrop mi nie pomoże.
mama: no to może strepsils ci przyniosę?

"the problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little more off you, until there was nothing left. at the age of 25 most people were finished. a whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves."

charles bukowski // ham on rye

"they don’t honor 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."

charles bukowski // the captain is out to lunch and the sailors have taken over the ship

"problem? I haven’t got a problem. I’ve got fucking problems. plural."

ted the bellhop // four rooms

" Ludzie to idioci. To nie narzekanie, to fakt. "

Jon Krazov

"E. Edward Grey: Look, we can’t do this 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
Lee: Why not?"

"człowiek bez pasji jest jak inwalida drugiego stopnia"

lorek

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