“Not one [person] in a thousand is doing what [they] want.” ~ Charles Bukowski
“Not one [person] in a thousand is doing what [they] want.” ~ Charles Bukowski
Okay let’s do this let’s post consistently and make this quarantine worth something. Tuesdays and Thursdays, every week, indefinitely. That’s my goal.
Also I have a Patreon now if anyone would like to support me financially. There’s a Support Me Link at the bottom or an a link with the social media icons.
This first post is one of my favorite poems I have written so far. It is near and dear to me but please let me know what it means to you, even if that’s nothing at all.
I don’t think clothes define us. But I do think that we define ourselves with clothes.
I try so hard to mix it up, but it’s hard to escape the motif of your life at the time. Being obsessed with “new” made me realize how important it is to listen to “now”, and even to listen to “then”.
It feels like whether I say something negative or positive to me, it is a lie either way.
This is not the set up for a joke. I just have this weird affinity for Mary Poppins.
Bukowski was not a great person. But reading Portions from a Wine Stained Notebook affected me a lot.
I often prefer a good story to any kind of news reporting, when the bias is made obvious and honest it feels easier to find the truth.
I often feel like once something blooms it just doesn’t need me anymore so that’s how I treat my relationships. Most of my plants die unfortunately.
Sometimes it feels like a day is a circle trying to meet itself on the other side. Stretching in both directions to touch.