“I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it. I say, Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready.”
— Charles Bukowski
Simplified Meaning:
The speaker thinks about death often and even talks to it in their mind, asking when it will come for them. They are not afraid and are prepared for it.
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