It's worth centuries of existence

it's ours

there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that fine relaxer
the breather
while say
flopping on a bed
thinking of nothing
or say
pouring a glass of water from the
spigot
while entranced by nothing

that
gentle pure
space

it's worth

centuries of
existence

say

just to scratch your neck
while looking out the window at
a bare branch

that space
there
before they get to us
ensures
that
when they do
they won't
get it all

ever.


Charles Bukowski, You get so alone at times it just makes sense



"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!' "

Jack Kerouac, On the road



Jesus Quintana:
You ready to be fucked, man? I see you rolled your way into the semis. Dios mio, man. Liam and me, we're gonna fuck you up.

The Dude:
Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man.

Jesus Quintana:
Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I'll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger 'til it goes "click."

The Dude: Jesus.

Jesus Quintana: You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.


The big Lebowski

Me 1: Well, it's not late but I think I will go to bed anyway...

Me 2: Why?

Me 1: Just because....I want to fall...to disappear into oblivion, that's why!

Me 2: Will you find dreams that are better than reality?

Me 1: Will you shut up?! All I know is that I am not going to find what I want here, tonight, and the next best thing is sleeping. So just take yourself off my mind and let me go!

(LB)