alecshao:

Charles Bukowski - Alone with Everybody (fragment)

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(Source: catharinethegreat)

I can not see.
I can not remember
I found a vault
I put you there
I made sure you too had no air.

Suppression successful,
yet here I am:

I think it’s a memory

I saw us
I saw what you did
I felt your hands
But all this vague
What to believe ?
in the Midst of such haze.

What is real?
What did you do?
Why don’t I remember ours?
Did I really lock it away?
or have I forgotten in such little time?
What went on?
What went wrong?

I can not see.
I can not remember.
I found a vault.
I put you there.
I made sure you had no air.

Suppression unsuccessful:
This is a memory?

Suffocation, quicksand…
Something is coming back
I remember chocking on tears
And lying to all peers
But you! I can not!
Who are you?
Who were you?
What have you done?
Or is this all a lie
A false reason for who I’ve become?

(via vans-and-spraytans)

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losec0ntrol:

every book you’ve ever read is just a different combination of 26 letters

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Darkness

I know you see it
And ..
Know what it looks like

But I’m sure u don’t know what this feels like:

Ripping the walls of my lungs but I must scream,

in utter silence I must
Oh and ’ do

Red wine to disguise the drainage of thy body ,

This skin turned
Inside thy dos bleed.

This how I know you are not yet free
And Rather awaiting your incarceration

Forward may you go in belief that you know what it is you want
But I dare say you do not..
Then pose that it is in fact, perhaps,
You seem Only to want what you know.

Does he forget there is much one does not know at all.

There’s the link,
the line of silk strength,
The spawn of redbacks

Invisible to the untrained eye,
this is her and I.

Leave us our search constant
For another us
to debate and deface
Such this horror of a place
The ordinary face
The political rat race
The meant for nothing case

Living alongside me,
Does thee be Awake?

Paired darkness

theswingingsixties:

A letter from the Campbell Soup Company to Andy Warhol, May 1964.

(Source: pomulev)

Lost in the river swimming upstream,

barely having the strength to breath,

through the splash of expectation,

slowly and surely drowning,

float, float and go down with the fall,

become just what you promised,

washed up on the shore.