I Was Disaster. I Was Sorrow. I Was War. I Was Death... And If You Are Broken Inside, I'm Totally Dead,

I Was Disaster. I Was Sorrow. I Was War. I Was Death... And If You Are Broken Inside, I'm Totally Dead,

I was disaster. I was sorrow. I was war. I was death... And If you are broken inside, I'm totally dead, too close, too much.

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8 months ago

We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and to impress him takes on his multi-armed form and says, “Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” I suppose we all thought that one way or another.


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Ulf Andersen Charles Bukowski 1978

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there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?

-- Charles Bukowski, "Bluebird" 1992

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chaotichandle - SANTA.
SANTA.

Humans are weak pieces of shit.

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