+ "Standing by herself on the air." +

"I saw Margaret climbing an apple tree beside her shack. She was crying and had a scarf knotted around her neck. She took the loose end of the scarf and tied it to a branch covered with young apples. She stepped off the branch and then she was standing by herself on the air."

+ + + + + +

Richard Brautigan, "In Watermelon Sugar"

+ born into this.... +

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.

+ + + + + + + + +

Charles Bukowski, "Dinosauria, We"

+ i wish i were with you +

+ i'm in need of passion +

please help.

+ "in another life, when we are both cats" +

my story is thick,
and it is rich.
there have been loves lasted
and loves lost.
but, in the end
all there ever
is and was and will be is

myself.

i was dreaming of the past
and it had been so long
since i had seen you
smile.

the words,
they are here.
they are
swelling.
they are
pulsing.
they are
beating themselves
out of
me.
missiles of molten
stories,
layered like cakes
of lamb light sugar
swept up
and down again.

there is
always
a future.

even after i have
felt
my last lives
smoke their ways
out of my open nostrils.
devils come to
take the
little girl
away!

i have
seen
the afterlife.
i'm telling you,
i
saw
it.

and my days to follow were never so gloomy.
and OH,
you should see the smile on my face.

+ + + + + +

i am listening to:

St Apollonia - Beirut

Jealous Guy - Stevie Wonder

Rabid Bits Of Time - Chad VanGaalen

+ sea of tears +

i love it when i copy down lyrics from the radio, save them in my phone, and look them up MONTHS later to discover that i've been missing out on such fucking beautiful music.

+ When You're Strange +