“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. but for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. we adjust to new conditions and discoveries. we are pliable. love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. i am my own god. we are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. we are here to drink beer. we are here to kill war. we are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”—Charles Bukowski (via fuckyeahdirtyverses)
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and I won’t blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do not leave, I won’t blame you, instead I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. little dark girl with kind eyes you have no knife. the knife is mine and I won’t use it yet.