February 2012
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Worst Headline Ever? →
“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid...”
– Herman Hesse (via larmoyante)
“Messy, isn’t it?”
– Richard Brautigan’s suicide note
Bolinas, California, October 1984
(via fuckyeahrichardbrautigan)
Kneeling before the porcelain altar again.
You’ve made a believer out of me, stomach virus.
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Listen
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Welsh Lungs
There’s a tactile appeal to smoking that sex cannot even compare to.
Not a single aspect of it is feigned for another’s gratification; with no compromises to oblige to, grey vapours jet in through gaping nostrils, soaking the millions of membrane pores that seep directly onto a tingling mass of neurons that resonate the unseen, intangible glow of euphoria.
In time, the lungs will...
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Mother always scorned the life of a starving artist
A venture in her mind
More defeating
Than a devotion to heroin
Scrounging for material, oil shooting across a canvas membrane
To no avail
Bare bones; sacrificing hot meals
Holed up in an abandoned alcove
Squandering Parisian pergolas
For puddles
With a parched palette
Just as the old deadbeat had managed
For twenty-odd years
And...
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amidalamygdala: Cheap thrills →
amidalamygdala:
Two men are talking vodka.
Popov, one says, because it’s crap,
is marketed to “little girls,” or, rather,
their twenty-one-year-old boyfriends.
The other mmms along. I nod and say
nothing.
Are you simply paying lip service,
or do you think of me like that, too?
Let me remind you—both of…
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killingcharlemagne:
Fiction’s about what it is to be a fucking human being. - David Foster Wallace
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Suffocation
I couldn’t imagine a worse way of dying
Something far more dreadful than being
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Life
There were the ancient ladies of St. Bernadette’s
Lined up outside the Kilmarnock clinic
Bitter wilting tulips, sneering at a pollen-laden young sunflower
Frogmarched by the arm
By a mother with a heavy heart
And a lump in her breast
All while a lawman behind a mahogany slab
Who was keen to leave his seed
In a wood-pulp womb by a wastebasket
Decreed, “Rights concede when the...
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Let the problems in your mind become ancient...
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“Writers and politicians are natural rivals. Both groups try to make the world in...”
– Salman Rushdie
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Rio
‘To the club, no?’
Her tone reasoned that festivity
was foreign
to an American
Of course, I overlooked it all
Just like any other
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sex-crazed Yanqui, and took the favela cab
And I’ll never know
If it was my tenth lager
The p o t
ho - l - e s
In the pavement
Or her shallow thirst for...
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Now accepting applications from future cat ladies who indulge in weed and sex as potential roommates.
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I’ll forever hang about
In a drab old Corinthian coffeehouse
All the while as those auburn-locked beauties
Adorned in Callowhill Calico
Tend to the tea
And my caffeinated, collapsed veins
As I remain hung up on love
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Recess
The boys always had a good laugh
At the argyle bastard
Ogling the little girls we loved and left
As he nursed a flask of scotch
From a tattered old Buick
Near a vacant lot
Behind St. Teresa’s
And we keeled over
In gales of laughter
One afternoon
Watching him try to bullshit a beat cop
That he’d only be picking up his granddaughter from school, that’s all
With a...
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Cadence
Keep in time
With the timely crunch of leather on cobblestone
One-two-one-two
Vorwärts, vorwärts
Imagine the heel of your boot
Crashing down on some smug pissant’s face
Watching the students’ smirks blend into a plasma cavalcade
Of blood, hair, and indignant tears in the pavement
Don’t falter when they cry abuse
Scorn the Sozis, the Reds, the Left Front
For keeping to...
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hashassin:
RAAAAAA AIM FUCKING DONE WITH SCHOOL FOREVER FUCK RUTGERS CAMDEN AND ALL ITS JUNKIES AND DEAD MINDED INDIVIDUAL COORPERATE SEEEEEEDS ZOMBIES VAMPIRES IN CADILLACS AND ah…. see you all again on monday. FUCK2QE
God speed, Rich.
“I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via stellablu)
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A Week in the Life
>Deadline, Monday 12PM >Good intentions all week >Friday, heavy drinking. >Saturday afternoon, brief planning session. >Saturday evening, brief panic session. >Saturday night, heavy drinking. >Sunday morning, hangover. >Sunday afternoon, hangover and panic. >Monday 1AM-3AM, more planning. >Monday, 3:15AM, complete resignation. >Monday, 6:00AM, wake up, fiendishly...