There is light at the end of the tunnel.... oh wait, that's a train coming, right at me.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
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Friday, January 20, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Fakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefakefake
Fake is thy name
Fake is thy word
Fake is thy worship
Fake consumes all.
How is a person supposed to react, when he or she becomes suddenly famous for whatever good reason? Happy? Far from it.
First of all, you get unwanted attention, from people who a few days back, didn't give a fuck to whether you were dead or alive.
Second, your colleagues scowl and start spreading nasty rumors about how totally undeserving/stupid/slutty you are.
Third, honestly nobody is happy with your success. It feels more like as if its some sin that I have committed.
I want to coop up and hide somewhere. Not show my face, or even the fact that I exist.
I just want some peace. I aint getting any.
Please leave me alone in my loneliness.
Fake is thy name
Fake is thy word
Fake is thy worship
Fake consumes all.
How is a person supposed to react, when he or she becomes suddenly famous for whatever good reason? Happy? Far from it.
First of all, you get unwanted attention, from people who a few days back, didn't give a fuck to whether you were dead or alive.
Second, your colleagues scowl and start spreading nasty rumors about how totally undeserving/stupid/slutty you are.
Third, honestly nobody is happy with your success. It feels more like as if its some sin that I have committed.
I want to coop up and hide somewhere. Not show my face, or even the fact that I exist.
I just want some peace. I aint getting any.
Please leave me alone in my loneliness.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Blue bird
"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
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