February 2012
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“The human race exaggerates everything: its heroes, its enemies, its importance....”
– Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until The Fingers Begin To Bleed a Bit, Charles Bukowski
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January 2012
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“I said goodbye again
sucking up all that was left of her into the
little that...”
– Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
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“Everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier...”
– Homer, The Iliad
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much of my life has been dedicated to just that. and still is. even today at the track, I was sitting alone between races, in a dumb dream-state but dumb or not, it was mine. then I heard a voice. some fellow had seated himself right behind me. “I’ve come where it’s nice and quiet,” he said. I got up, walked about 150 yards away and sat down again. I felt no guilt, only...
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there is always somebody in the other room
listening beyond the wall.
there is always somebody in the other room who wonders what you are doing there without them.
there is always somebody in the other room who is afraid you feel better being alone.
there is always somebody in the other room who thinks you are thinking of someone else or who thinks you don’t care for anybody except yourself in...
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