[vanity and nemesis]
streets alive
force against power
mayhem against might
distraction and travesty
the twisted words
of frames unjust
we walk thru fire
again and again
to stand with the truth
when the smoke finally clears.
Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful.
—Charles Bukowski
We lost the great Hunter S. Thompson on this day 20 years ago.
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a Ride!’”
“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky