"If you don't expect too much from me, you might not be let down."

2nd May 2012

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Catching a breeze

I want to be outside, naked.  

29th April 2012

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29th April 2012

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Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.
— Gloria Naylor

19th April 2012

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3rd April 2012

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One can’t
have it

both ways
and both

ways is
the only

way I
want it.

A. R. Ammons

1st April 2012

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12th March 2012

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Procrastinators’ Association by ramy // Buy the t-shirt

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Procrastinators’ Association by ramy // Buy the t-shirt

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11th March 2012

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If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
— “Duke Orsino” in “Twelfth Night” Act 1, scene 1, 1–3 by William Shakespeare (via ohwellpart1)

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6th March 2012

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BEER (from: Love is A Mad Dog From Hell)

I don’t know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things 
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after 
splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
“what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!”

the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.

while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horney cowboys.

well, there’s beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack 
rolling
clanking
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.

beer
rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.

~ Charles Bukowski

6th March 2012

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