"Je porte la mort dans ma poche gauche. Parfois, je la sors et je lui parle. Je dis, Salut, bébé, comment ça va? Quand viens-tu pour moi? Je serai prêt."
— 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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