john | Nov. 28, 2021, 12:12 a.m.
“My Dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.
-Falsely yours”
― Charles Bukowski
That is a wise man. I have nothing to do, but I have something to write about. I had to start with something. It was inspired by a failed typo in a reply. It might of been funny, if it was legible. It lead to this. This feeling that was caused by those wise words.
I know nothing of the man. But I know his words caused a feeling. It just gives ease to the poetry that is by far his. I guess, it transfixes you. Reading must do that to a certain degree. The comprehension is the one that is at question.
I love many things I guess. I could write a list, but that would only begin to scratch the surface.
Instead I'm distracted by the puppy, he is eating a plant again. He could eat his food, but chooses instead to eat plants.
I eventually must add this newsletter to actually work. I think there might be one or two people who are mad it isn't working. And no, they don't read my blog. It's the people who I built blogs for.
Occasionally, I get distracted. Governments come knocking.
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