You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.
L.A vs S.F.
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Mind blown by that Android thing in S.F. I’d had bet my life on the fact that it was an Apple devoted city!
As far as the American lit is concerned, none city can be blamed, Bukowski and Thoreau are both masters!
Inspired by the following poem called “Style” from Charles Bukowski.
Style is the answer to everything
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it
To do a dangerous thing with style, is what I call art
Bullfighting can be an art
Boxing can be an art
Loving can be an art
Opening a can of sardines can be an art
Not many have style
Not many can keep style
I have seen dogs with more style than men
Although not many dogs have style
Cats have it with abundance
When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun, that was style
For sometimes people give you style
Joan of Arc had style
John the Baptist
I have met men in jail with style
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail
Style is a difference, a way of doing, a way of being done
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you, walking out of the bathroom naked without seeing me
Find what you love, and let it kill you
You have to die a few times before you can really live.
People are strange: they are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
Love…is kinda like…you know when you see a fog in the morning when you wake up before the sun comes out? It’s just there a little while, then it burns away. It burns away…quickly. Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality
I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. LET’S DRINK MORE WINE!
Any damn fool can beg up some kind of job; it takes a wise man to make it without working. Out here we call it ‘hustling’
Christmas and New Year’s move toward us again. The old sickening duet. The masses coming out of their tv caves.
Yes… we’re 2 days from the definitely nauseating celebration
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
(I hate Mondays)
I don’t know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?
That is one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.
We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain