My entranceway into Afterlife was harrowing. I don't know too many who can say otherwise. I was drinking that last night on earth.... a lot. I was twenty-four. My arms were covered in tattoos. I was wearing a black v-neck and my brown hair fell in feathered lengths over my forehead and ears.

And all around me, gather this:

A Manhattan sidewalk: a ( Read more... )

Luck by Charles Bukowski

once
we were young
at this
machine. . .
drinking
smoking
typing
it was a most
splendid
miraculous
time
still
is
only now
instead of
moving toward
time
it
moves toward
us
makes each word
drill
into the
paper
clear
fast
hard
feeding a
closing
space.

la.la.la.

I lay in bed with arms outstretched, palms up. Tequila, why have you forsaken me?

lifedance

the area dividing the brain and the soul
is affected many ways by
experience--
some lose all mind and become soul:
insane.
some lose all soul and become mind:
intellectual.
some lose both and become:
accepted.

by charles bukowski

I'm happier . . .