The clock said To me- in a voice That was all Too familiar “you are my captive” I turned to it, told it to *******, and went back to sleep. It called again Only to get the same reaction From me Then came a wind That blew my door Wide open- It whisked me Away- I knew it had won
Bukowski said it through different types of women Nietzsche through an attack on their species when deep down all we crave is their love and all they crave is power over us they ruin all that is good yet, they are utterly wonderful would we do anything without them?
once in a while, I’ll sing to myself I’ll pick up a guitar strum out a few chords knowing it isn’t good should I? it makes me happy but doesn’t effect anyone else- then, I knew nothing I knew was for me that, I found, was when my search began
once in a while, I’ll sing to myself I’ll pick up a guitar strum out a few chords knowing it isn’t good should I? it makes me happy but doesn’t effect anyone else- then, I knew nothing I knew was for me that, I found, was when my search began
evidently controlling both you and all you endorse have you ever, once in your life felt as if you were drowning? I do now and all this water over my head comes from you