BUKOWSKI

Throwing Away the Alarm Clock

by Charles Bukowski

my father always said, "early to bed and
early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy
and wise."

it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our house
and we were up at dawn to the smell of
coffee, frying bacon and scrambled
eggs.

my father followed this general routine
for a lifetime and died young, broke,
and, I think, not too
wise.

taking note, I rejected his advice and it
became, for me, late to bed and late
to rise.

now, I'm not saying that I've conquered
the world but I've avoided
numberless early traffic jams, bypassed some
common pitfalls
and have met some strange, wonderful
people

one of whom
was
myself—someone my father
never
knew.

Clash like a Titan or Viking or something... Something.

Name: Whitesnake AKA Arthur
DOB: (B)efore (C)hrist literally
Origin: Northern Pangea
Breed: Viking Phynx Genius Ninja
Strenght/Skills/Accomplishments: travels at roughly 100 parsecs per hour, amphibious, ambidextrous, ambisextrous, splits atoms with bare hands. phenomenal conversationalist, fluent in ancient viking dialects... ALL of them, responsible for the advent of what is the millitary industrial complex. Claims the stripper business came from Africa.
Quotes: "...", "...", "..."

KILLA

say ah aha aaah

Where do you go my lovely?

"He sent you a race horse for Christmas and you keep it just for fun, for a laugh hahahaaa" - Peter Sarstedt

STONED

THE SHIT BE BAD FO YA SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

POSTED

PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?

Please?

Can I come to you as I am,
in secret-
brimming with the need to be held?
Can I lay hot whispers on your skin
then taste how they make you feel?
Can I show you how to touch me,
how hard to press?
If I cry
can I hide salty tears
in the soft curve of your neck?
Can I bite, ever so gently,
before I scream?
Can I be your lover,
without you loving me?
Can I, please?

by Ju

LONG NIGHTS

Martine's Legs, 1967. By Henri Cartier-Bresson