...and i'll live each day like it's the last day of the rest of my life
About Me
i’m many different people rolled up into one. i’m complex at times and other times i find it so easy to simplify things. i have a heart of pure fuckin' gold, but that’s also gone to shit at times. i’m passionate about things when i believe in ‘em whether i’m right or wrong. i love the people around me, i don’t keep many, but it’s the quality not the numbers that fulfill me. i love: music; it drives me, marijuana; she's my bitch! the smell of wet dirt, reading, writing, thinking way too much, chocolate, the feeling a tattoo gun gives me, closing my eyes and letting the sun beam down on my eyelids. i hate: skanky hoes and bitches; respect yourself and others will respect you, ignorance, closed minds, that i smoke cigarettes, vodka. I walked a mile with Pleasure,She chattered all the way;But left me none the wiser,For all she had to say.I walked a mile with Sorrow,And ne'er a word said she;But, oh, the things I learned from her,When Sorrow walked with me!
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on Bukowski
the best documentary on him was on last night. sometimes you just have to thank god for cable. 2 hours of an in depth look at his life and work. he was a troubled drunk.&n... Posted by ♠IdleHands♠ on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 09:31:00 PST
Writing ~h.c.b.
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink, no woman's love, no wealth can match it. nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing. the hordes from closi... Posted by ♠IdleHands♠ on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 10:36:00 PST
