Clementine - 'maybe you can find yourself a nice antique rocking chair To die in'

Clementine - 'Look,I'm sorry if I came off a little nutso, I'm not really'

Joel - 'That's okay, I really didn't think you were'

Get lost
Get tossed like salad

All the fish in the sea line up and form
One line
One long line
One very long line
The veryest longest line you could ever imagine
And we got lost

- Bukowski

Got to blog this beautiful shit, its shaped my day...



"To me, nudity is a joke. I don't think nude people are very attractive at all. I like my women fully clothed. I like to imagine what might be under there. It might not be the standard thing. Imagine, stripping a woman down, and she has a body like a little submarine. With periscope, propellers, torpedoes. That would be the one for me. I'd marry her right off and be faithful to the end." 

"and you invented me 
and I invented you 
and that's why we don't 
get along 
on this bed 
any longer. 
you were the world's 
greatest invention 
until you 
flushed me 
away."

"I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready."

 
"I often carry things to read 
so that I will not have to look at 
the people." 

"there is a place in the heart that 
will never be filled 

a space 

and even during the 
best moments 
and 
the greatest times 
times 

we will know it 

we will know it 
more than 
ever 

there is a place in the heart that 
will never be filled 
and 

we will wait 
and 
wait 

in that space." 



"I wasn't much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing." 



"New Year's Eve always terrifies me." 


Charles Bukowski

I'll be looking at the moon but I'll be seeing you.

 

Li Hui

sleeping

Library of Dust

David Maisel

Each containing the cremated remains of patients from a state-run psychiatric hospital.

Archiving the evidence of trauma and the uncanny abilities of objects to portray such trauma.

Encouraging us to consider what happens to our own bodies, the souls that occupy them.


You gave me your bookmarks and I found my universe.

Skull as a canister.
Words in my canister.

Pity:Contemptuous sorrow
Soulmate:Childish notion
Success:

Eyes are off the ball and ignorance is the only bliss.

Shooting a portrait of me. 'just as me'.
Shit.
Problem.

Riding off on a tandem.
Can I get out of my mind.
In here.
Can't see out there.

Driving the road to Drax.
Putting hope in a man without delivery.
Off on a tandem. Two of us not knowing why we aren't.

Feeling for the thief.

If orgasm is the little death, is masturbation the little suicide?

The road is made by walking...
Floating close in time and out of time.
History does not write itself.
Hostile.
Hostile.