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“there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?”

—Charles Bukowski

Ever wished you could put your name on your most favourite place in the world? (Taken with instagram)

Ever wished you could put your name on your most favourite place in the world? (Taken with instagram)

&#8230;ADORE.

…ADORE.


Nothing is more beautiful than you wearing only the moonlight and my kisses.

Nothing is more beautiful than you wearing only the moonlight and my kisses.

&#8220;&#8230;I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And in consequence, I am a little bored.
But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others.  
Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will  call me, like music out of my burrow. 
And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. 
But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat&#8230;&#8221;

“…I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And in consequence, I am a little bored.

But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. 

Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will  call me, like music out of my burrow.

And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad.

But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…”

&#8220;Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.&#8221;

“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”

&#8230; oh hey, lil&#8217; baby spiders.

… oh hey, lil’ baby spiders.

Hold on, lover&#8230;

Hold on, lover…

&#8220;The Siren waits thee, singing song for song&#8221;

“The Siren waits thee, singing song for song”

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