Food For Thought:
when i was little my grandfather used to tell me that eating the crusts of toast would put hair on my chest. and i was really concerned because the crust was my favorite
i eventually decided that i wouldn't worry about it and just accept the chest hair if it grew because i loved the crusts the most
"what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire."
Excerpt from How Is Your Heart by Charles Bukowski
"He was growing more mature. Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine. He had reached the age when the future ceases to be a rosy blur and becomes actual and menacing."
Excerpt from George Orwell's Keep the Aspidistra Flying.
"Tonight, we're the sea and the salty breeze
the milk from your breast is on my lips
and lovelier words from your mouth to me
when salty my sweat and fingertips
Our hands they seek the end of afternoon
My hands believe and move over you
Tonight, we're the sea and
the rhythm there
the waves and the wind and night is black
tonight we're the scent of your
long black hair
spread out like your breath
across my back
Your hands they move like waves over me
beneath the moon, tonight, we're the sea" -- The Sea and the Rhythm by Iron and Wine
"Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding."
-- Saul Williams
"my hands dead
my heart dead
silence
adagio of rocks
the world ablaze
that's the best
for me."
Excerpt from The Worst and The Best by Charles Bukowski.
