What timgeorge49 meant was he's researched all comments from the other 2,604 of us exhaustively, and found that each of our worthless lives would fail to live up to the imagined standards the Bukowski of his mind would demand of a web based community. Ignoring the fact that some here actually knew/met Bukowski, I think we'd all do well to re-examine our reasons for being here. What timgeorge49 has offered us is nothing short of an existential calm within which we might each decipher a broader and more meaningful life. I mean, just think about it--at some point the sun will devour all the planets in our dusty little corner of the universe, rendering all human endeavor into cosmic ash! All the things we worried over and strived for will be annihilated! All our art, our love, our wars, our gods, our scientific advances, our pointless little dreams--gone in a fiery blink!
So the question that remains: what should we do with our pointless lives? What is the best way to squander this ugly, waking dream?
Answer: Short order cook at a Reno IHOP, folks. Another dime bag to last us through every Thursday. Some drunken pawing at a your busty co-worker at the staff's belated St. Paddy's day shindig.
So straighten up, folks. Get your priorities in a duckrow.