Katherine Mansfield

"...you are overcome, suddenly by a feeling of bliss-absolute bliss!- as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle, into every finger and toe?"

I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again


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Sheena was an advocate for heroin use
She was an advocate fore breast cancer awareness
Sheena was the person you wanted to know
And by all accounts she could be the person you knew

You see
She had an addiction. It wasn’t cigarettes, or alcohol, and god forbid it wasn’t heroin. She had an addiction to identities
She had the urge to take a personality and try it on.
In all the time I knew Sheena she was never Sheena.
Not once

the rhetoric

"Humans are really, deep down, just pigs and we are all living in an animal farm performing strange rituals, painting our faces and poisoning ourselves untill one day we die. But amidst the filth and all its ungliness there are moments of pure perfection that can be found in clouds, music and love. And these moments transcend everything."

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Madness?
Sure. What isn't madness? Isn't Life madness? We are all
wound-up like toys ... a few winds of the spring, it runs down,
and that's it ... and we walk around and presume things, make
plans, elect governors, mow lawns ... Madness, surely, what ISN'T madness?


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Small houses and courts with mail boxes full of spiders, mailboxes hanging by one nail, old women inside rolling cigarettes and chewing tobacco and humming to their canaries and watching you, an idiot lost in the rain.



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One can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid



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Bukowski, you are one amazing motherfucker.