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Saturday, March 21, 2015

Note to self

Pick a match stick, light a smoke
Burn a few lungs, live a dream

Open a bottle, pour out your heart.
Hide away the bore you are 

Smile a fake smile , live everybody else's lie
Be with all those who call you-friend, walk away
Nag about life, pretend somebody gives a shit
Look up at the sky and as everyone sighs, 
Hold your breath and wait to die.
~mithrandir


" Take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have is the sickness that started him writing in the first place. "
~ C Bukowski



onism - n. the awareness of how little of the world you’ll experience


Imagine standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrBlmpqh8T0

~ The dictionary of obscure sorrows