I have sent this before – but feel like sending it again – because, I slept 12 hours and woke up feeling wild, because this is my projetc and I’ll do what I want (with love)..because I just drank a pot of coffee, because new Kendrick Lamar album is lit af, because I ate a toasted bagel with eggs, because I’m 1/4 crazy, 1/4 fresh cut flowers, 1/8 rivers, 1/8 flames, and the remaining is whole lot to be unfold… watch it world!
some people
Charles Bukowski
some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they’ll find me there.
it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
then, I’ll rise with a roar,
rant, rage –
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I’ll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed whale.
some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.
some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they’ll find me there.
it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
then, I’ll rise with a roar,
rant, rage –
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I’ll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed whale.
some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.
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