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mom died 3 years and 7 months ago today. fuck the holidays.
"Question and Answer"
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night,
runnning the blade of the knife under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received telling him that the way lived and wrote about that--
it had kept them going when all seemed truely hopeless.
putting the blade on the table,
he flicked it with a finger and it whirled in a flashing circle under the light.
who the hell is going to save me? He thought.
as the knife stopped spinning the answer came:
you're going to have to save yourself.
Still smiling,
A: he lit a cigarette
B: he poured a another drink
C: gave the blade another spin
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night,
runnning the blade of the knife under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received telling him that the way lived and wrote about that--
it had kept them going when all seemed truely hopeless.
putting the blade on the table,
he flicked it with a finger and it whirled in a flashing circle under the light.
who the hell is going to save me? He thought.
as the knife stopped spinning the answer came:
you're going to have to save yourself.
Still smiling,
A: he lit a cigarette
B: he poured a another drink
C: gave the blade another spin
Charles Bukowski
-From "The Last Night of the Earth Poems"
-From "The Last Night of the Earth Poems"
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