Society

There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zinging, binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000 flies rose straight up into the air at once. All the backyards had these flies-there was this tall green grass and they nested in it, they loved it.

Oh Jesus Christ, I thought, and not a spider within 5 miles!

As I stood there, the 10,000 flies began to come down out of the sky, setting down in the grass, along the fence, the ground, in my hair, on my arms, everywhere. One of the bolder ones bit me.

I cursed, ran out and bought the biggest fly sprayer you ever saw. I fought them for hours, raging we were, the flies and I, and hours later, coughing and sick from breathing the fly killer, I looked around and there were as many flies as ever. I think for each one I killed they got down in the grass and bred two. I gave it up.

Charles Bukowski
The Post Office II, 6 

Bukowski

Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.

Charles Bukowski
The Post Office, IV, 13