kayfabe
The last of a dying breed.
Matt: what is the policy with language? Can I say “dick” when referring to a penis or should I say, “d*ck”?
EDITOR: say cunt penetrating shaft.
Matt: That would throw off the syllable count in my haiku.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of the easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
(via hailsatin)
This Is Just To Say →
I have eaten and which Forgive me
the plums
that were in
the icebox
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
Well now I want to write a children’s book:
Kayfabe worked at the farm,
Twas a sad chicken plucker.
Dreamed of spreading great joy,
As a grand birthday fucker!He was given the job
For which he had vied,
Once the current one passed.
Yep, The Old Fucker died.But the birthdays proved more,
Than the poor lad could handle.
Contracted disease,
For he blew more than candles.Ag
