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[deficiT]

“A poet is a fellow who
spends his time thinking
about what it is that’s
wrong, and although he
knows he can never quite
find out what this wrong
is, he goes right on
thinking it out
and writing it down.
A poet is a blind optimist.
The world is against him for
many reasons. But the
poet persists. He believes
that he is on the right track,
no matter what any of his
fellow men say. In his
eternal search for truth, the
poet is alone.
He tries to be timeless in a
society built on time.”

–Jack Kerouac, "Definition Of A Poet" from Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings (1936-1943)

 

[deficiT]

“The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.”

― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

 

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[brokedownpalace10]

You won't find reasonable men on the tops of tall mountains.
Hunter S. Thompson

 

[deficiT]

Aspiring Sociopath


7:30 AM, alerted to life by a song on the radio
The evening is over
Another morning, another opportunity
To do something progressive, to prove that he's worthy
Up and out the door by 9 O'clock
The sun is shining up and down the block
There's children in the corner, waiting for a bus
That will take them to school and exploit their trust
He starts the car, sparks with one crank
It's those good ol' fashioned American mechanics
And even though he'd rather own a new import
It's dependable and more important, it's all he can afford
Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes, and a cup of Joe
(No, wait make it a tea, a good green tea)
Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up
So when the radio rocks, he can sing along freely
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
At the top of his lungs, the words burst through shameless
Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
Nothing else matters when you're knifing through traffic
Wishing it was a stick shift, it's an automatic
Listening to the road, voice of the nomad
How he'd love to leave, drive away never go back
Wheels keep on turning, turning, turning and turning
Alone is when he finally feels like a person
Light another Nat Sherman
Crack the window, feel the wind blow
Serenity tenfold
God bless whoever invented sunglasses
And while you're at save the saints that work the fast food drive-thrus
Objects are closer than they appear
Cause when you're by yourself there ain't no one else to lie to
Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle
It teaches him topics to discuss with real people
So, when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop
His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot
Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality
He's a loner Dottie, he's a rebel
He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow
Thinking about how he could leave this city
Fill the tank and towards the water, he'll flee
Maybe he should just go get a pitcher at the CC
Find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the TV
Either way, tomorrow will be just like today
And that's all it takes to make the change
He loves to drive more than he loves being alive
And this town doesn't even know his real name

It goes bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove the Ford to the border, to disturb the order
If only that he'd know that, he wouldn't be missed
Maybe then he could have grown to exist

-

Slug

 

[ChemicallyEnhanced]

Came a last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying "Don't be afraid, come on, baby"
And she had no fear
And she ran to him
And they started to fly
They looked backward and said "goodbye"
She had become like they are
She had taken his hand
She had become like they are
Come on, baby, don't fear the reaper

 

[ageingpartyfiend]

you won’t see them often
for wherever the crowd is
they
are not.
those odd ones, not
many
but from them
come
the few
good paintings
the few
good symphonies
the few
good books
and other
works.
and from the
best of the
strange ones
perhaps
nothing.
they are
their own
paintings
their own
books
their own
music
their own
work.
sometimes I think
I see
them – say
a certain old
man
sitting on a
certain bench
in a certain
way
or
a quick face
going the other
way
in a passing
automobile
or
there’s a certain motion
of the hands
of a bag-boy or a bag-
girl
while packing
supermarket
groceries.
sometimes
it is even somebody
you have been
living with
for some
time –
you will notice
a
lightning quick
glance
never seen
from them
before.
sometimes
you will only note
their
existance
suddenly
in
vivid
recall
some months
some years
after they are
gone.
I remember
such a
one –
he was about
20 years old
drunk at
10 a.m.
staring into
a cracked
New Orleans
mirror
facing dreaming
against the
walls of
the world
where
did I
go?
"The Strongest Of The Strange" by Charles Bukowski.

 

[Didgital]

Revelation​

No more my heart shall sob or grieve.
My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light.
Above the toil of life my soul
Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.


I have known the One and His secret Play,
And passed beyond the sea of Ignorance Dream.
In tune with Him, I sport and sing;
I own the golden Eye of the Supreme.


Drunk deep of Immortality,
I am the root and boughs of a teeming vast.
My Form I have known and realised.
The Supreme and I are one; all we outlast.

---

From ‘My Flute' by Sri Chinmoy.

 

[brokedownpalace10]

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
Jack Kerouac, On The Road

 

[Robi]

"Rice is great when you are hungry and you want two thousand of something" Mitch Hedberg

 

[deficiT]

"Rice is great when you are hungry and you want two thousand of something" Mitch Hedberg

I had a paper route when I was a kid. I was supposed to go to 2,000 houses. Or two dumpsters.

 

[Jnowhere]

I had a paper route when I was a kid. I was supposed to go to 2,000 houses. Or two dumpsters.

I went, to bathroom after I saw that, went to A to Z quotes and the oxy wore off and I lost 12 pounds

 

[deficiT]

I went, to bathroom after I saw that, went to A to Z quotes and the oxy wore off and I lost 12 pounds

Have you ever tried Psyllium husk extract? Its a mushroom supplement thing. Helps a ton with the fiber.

 

[Jnowhere]

Have you ever tried Psyllium husk extract? Its a mushroom supplement thing. Helps a ton with the fiber.

Wow, I am always reading about supplements, I never heard of on here.
Seriously, do they work for opiod induced constipation?

Apparently; according to a commercial I saw many years ago, there is a difference between normal um, personal plumbing issues and ones caused by long term ( in my case fairly low dose opiod induced clogs in the personal waste removal system).
After reading a an article in a Canadian news release; in which they referred to the homeless, as persons without a fixed address. I had too come up with some nicer ways to say constipated.

Seriously, they destroy tent cities at the start of winter, in Canada no less but use and think up more and more touchy Feeley PC terms but guard statues of Nazi SS war criminals. WTF, sorry for the rant.

Does it really work for the issue that I mentioned?

 

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[deficiT]

Wow, I am always reading about supplements, I never heard of on here.
Seriously, do they work for opiod induced constipation?

Apparently; according to a commercial I saw many years ago, there is a difference between normal um, personal plumbing issues and ones caused by long term ( in my case fairly low dose opiod induced clogs in the personal waste removal system).
After reading a an article in a Canadian news release; in which they referred to the homeless, as persons without a fixed address. I had too come up with some nicer ways to say constipated.

Seriously, they destroy tent cities at the start of winter, in Canada no less but use and think up more and more touchy Feeley PC terms but guard statues of Nazi SS war criminals. WTF, sorry for the rant.

Does it really work for the issue that I mentioned?

Yeah, it does help a bit. I have been taking it regularly for a little bit. My stomach issues aren't completely gone, but they are at least close to bearable. And yeah, I've been through the worst of that condition, so know all about the fight for your life every couple days, its horrible.

The Psyllium husk isn't going to immediately clean up a backlog like miralax or something, but it is a lot better for you in the long run.

 

[deficiT]

“I love America more than any other country in the world and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.”

“People pay for what they do, and still more for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it very simply; by the lives they lead.”
- Go Tell It On The Mountain

“Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.”

“You write in order to change the world … if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it.”

“It is very nearly impossible to become an educated person in a country so distrustful of the independent mind.”

"The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose."

"People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned."

“Artists are here to disturb the peace."

- James Baldwin
(Aug 2, 1924 – Dec 1, 1987)