February 2011
“Pajarito Del Amor” by Natalia Lafourcade &...
Have you noticed that autumn is like a yellow cow? And how later the autumnal beast is a dark skeleton? And how winter collects so many layers of blue? And who asked springtime for its kingdom of clear air?
Pablo Neruda (submitted by bleedingblueshine)
“Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by...”
– J.D. Salinger, Seymour; An Introduction
Dedicated to Henry Charles Bukowski: for the foxes →
don’t feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain who constantly rearrange their lives like furniture. juggling mates and attitudes their confusion is constant and it will touch whoever they deal with. beware of them: one of their key words is “love.” and beware those who only take instructions from their God for they have failed...
