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Wednesday, November 11th
12:03am

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pleasures of the damned

something’s knocking at the door

a great white light dawns across the continent
as we fawn over our failed traditions
often kill to preserve them
or sometimes kill just to kill.
it doesn’t seem to matter: the answers dangle just
out of reach,
out of hand, out of mind.

the leaders of the past were insufficient,
the leaders of the present are unprepared.
we curl up tightly in our beds at night and wait.
it is a waiting without hope, more like
a prayer for unmerited grace.

it looks more and more like the same old movie.
the actors are different but the plot’s the same:
senseless.

we should have known, watching our fathers.
we should have known, watching our mothers.
they did not know, they too were not prepared to teach.
we were too naive to ignore their counsel
and now we have embraced their
ignorance as our 
own.
we are them, multiplied.
we are their unpaid debts.
we are bankrupt
in money and
in spirit.

there are a few exceptions, of course,
but these teeter on the
edge
and will
at any moment
tumble down to join the rest
of us,
the raving, the battered, the blind and the sadly
corrupt.

a great white light dawns across the continent,
the flowers open blindly in the stinking wind,
as grotesque and ultimately
unlivable
our 21st century
struggles to be
born.

Monday, November 9th
1:48pm

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the way to create art is to burn and destroy
ordinary concepts and to substitute them
with new truths that run down from the top of the head and out from the heart.
Sunday, November 8th
12:51pm

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for old snaggle tooth

I know a woman
who keeps buying puzzles
chinese
puzzles
blocks
wires
pieces that finally fit
into some order. 
she works it out
mathematically
she solves all her
puzzles
lives down by the sea
puts sugar out for the ants
and believes
ultimately
in a better world. 
her hair is white
she seldom combs it
her teeth are snaggled
and she wears loose shapeless
coveralls over a body most
women would wish they had. 
for many years she irritated me
with what I consider her
eccentricities -
like soaking eggshells in water
(to feed the plants so that
they’d get calcium). 
but finally when I think of her
life
and compare it to other lives
more dazzling, original
and beautiful
I realize that she has hurt fewer
people than anybody I know
(and by hurt I simply mean hurt). 
she has had some terrible times, 
times when maybe I should have
helped her more
for she is the mother of my only
child
and we were once great lovers, 
but she has come through
like I said
she has hurt fewer people than
anybody I know, 
and if you look at it like that, 
well, 
she has created a better world. 
she has won.

Thursday, November 5th
9:00pm

(via adifferentkind)

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Yes Yes

adifferentkind:

“…when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.”

—Charles Bukowski

Tuesday, November 3rd
9:55pm

(via sharpteeeth)

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Friday, October 30th
8:32pm

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shoes

when you’re young
a pair of 
female
high-heeled shoes
just sitting
alone
in the closet
can fire your
bones;
when you’re old
it’s just
a pair of shoes
without
anybody
in them
and 
just as 
well.

8:17pm

10 notes
eat your heart out

I’ve come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it. I’m not kidding, it’s
over. this is it.
I sit on the couch watching her arrange
her long red hair before my bedroom
mirror.
she pulls her hair up and
piles it on top of her head-
she lets her eyes look at
my eyes-
then she drops her hair and
lets it fall down in front of her face.
we go to bed and I hold her
speechlessly from the back
my arm around her neck
I touch her wrists and hands
feel up to
her elbows
no further.
she gets up.
this is it, she says,
this will do. well,
I’m going.
I get up and walk her
to the door
just as she leaves
she says,
I want you to buy me
some high-heeled shoes
with tall thin spikes,
black high-heeled shoes.
no, I want them
red.
I watch her walk down the cement walk
under the trees
she walks all right and
as the pointsettas drip in the sun
I close the door.

8:13pm

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so now?

the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
I am waiting to live,
waiting to die. 
I wish I could ring in some bravery.
it’s a lousy fix
but the tree outside doesn’t know:
I watch it moving with the wind
in the late afternoon sun. 
there’s nothing to declare here,
just a waiting.
each faces it alone. 
Oh, I was once young,
Oh, I was once unbelievably
young!

8:07pm

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Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.
charles bukowski
Sunday, October 25th
11:06am

lovemewithoutfear:

myserendipities:

astronotthoughts:

“ Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, ‘I’m not going to make it,’ but you laugh inside remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”

“there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late and there’s nothing worse than too late.”

“If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose”

“Humanity, you never had it to begin with.”

“This is a world where everybody’s gotta do something. Ya know, somebody laid down this rule that everybody’s gotta do something, they gotta be something. You know, a dentist, a glider pilot, a narc, a janitor, a preacher, all that … Sometimes I just get tired of thinking of all the things that I don’t wanna do. All the things that I don’t wanna be. Places I don’t wanna go, like India, like getting my teeth cleaned. Save the whale, all that, I don’t understand that …”

“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”

~ Charles Bukowski

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