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Roll the Dice - Charles Bukowski


if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs, and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.

it could mean not eating for
three or four days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery, isolation.

isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of how much you
really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the
gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.


 
shreddedlettuce said:
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Hey Hi. Did you have a nice Birthday wednesday ? I hope so !!! Do you feel older now ?! 😉😉

Did you get some cake ? Anyway I can't believe how the time flies by. It seems like just

wednesday you were having a birthday. I hope that it was great. And fun that you let us know.

🎉
bye

Edit : Oh Fck ...... Nice Post ! Nice nice one. <3
 
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kiely said:
Hey Hi. Did you have a nice Birthday wednesday ? I hope so !!! Do you feel older now ?!
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Yes, thanks... Had a lovely day, normal, but just the way I like it. Do I feel older now? No.... but in the morning, Yes, but don't we all. :ROFLMAO:

kiely said:
Did you get some cake ? Anyway I can't believe how the time flies by. It seems like just

wednesday you were having a birthday. I hope that it was great. And fun that you let us know.
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Yes, Caramel Chocolate Toffee Cake and some SlurriCake Flower, that helped eating the cake amazingly easy.

kiely said:
Edit : Oh Fck ...... Nice Post ! Nice nice one. <3
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Aaah, thanks, glad you liked it.

❤️
 
shreddedlettuce said:
Yes, thanks... Had a lovely day, normal, but just the way I like it. Do I feel older now? No.... but in the morning, Yes, but don't we all. :ROFLMAO:


Yes, Caramel Chocolate Toffee Cake and some SlurriCake Flower, that helped eating the cake amazingly easy.


Aaah, thanks, glad you liked it.

❤️
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Omg !!! That was the Happiest post ever. I see the day didn't wear off yet.

Yeh. Awesome.

That's soo cool.
 
You say I'll never change
Im just a go around town with some gasoline
Just tryin' to bum a flame
Gonna burn the whole place down
How do you explain

Try to go our separate ways
We're back and forth like a swingin' door
And tomorrow's like yesterday
Some days better than the night before
And you're back at me again
Then you go and tell your friends

That I'm the problem
And you're the never do no wrong
If I'm so awful
Then why'd you stick around

If I'm such a waste of breath
Such a waste of time
Then why you on your way to waste another Friday night
 
If I’m the problem
And you never do no wrong
If I'm so awful
Then why do you stick around
And if it's the whiskey
Then why you keep on pullin' it off the shelf
You hate that when you look at me you halfway see yourself
And it got me thinkin'
If I'm the problem
You might be the reason
 
Whatever happened to Saturday night?
When you dressed up sharp and you felt all right
It don't seem the same since cosmic light
Came into my life, I thought I was divine
I used to go for a ride with a chick who'd go
And listen to the music on the radio
A saxophone was blowing on a Rock 'n' Roll show
We climbed in the back seat, really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul
Really love that Rock 'n' Roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll
My head used to swim from the perfume I smelled
My hands kinda fumbled with her white plastic belt
I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt
She'd whisper in my ear, "Tonight she really was mine"
Get back in front and put some hair oil on
Buddy Holly was singing his very last song
With your arms around your girl, you try to sing along
It felt pretty good, woo!
You really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll

Hot patootie bless my soul (hot patootie)
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll (bless my soul)
Hot patootie bless my soul (hot patootie)
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll (I love Rock 'n' Roll)
Hot patootie bless my soul (hot patootie)
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll (I love Rock 'n' Roll)
Hot patootie bless my soul (hot patootie)
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll (I love Rock 'n' Roll)
Hot patootie bless my soul (hot patootie)
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll (I love Rock 'n' Roll)
Hot patootie bless my soul (hot patootie)
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll (I love Rock 'n' Roll)
Hot patootie bless my soul (hot patootie)
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll (I love Rock 'n' Roll)
Hot patootie bless my soul (hot patootie)
I really love that Rock 'n' Roll (I love Rock 'n' Roll)
 
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead, long live the king
One minute, I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singin'
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
Once you'd gone, there was never, never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Aw, who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singin'
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
 
Hey Kirby
What you doing Kirby
What you doing there

Hey Kirby
What you doing Kirby
What you doing there
Hobgoblin, shots of hot Sriracha
Vaccine queen deem church socks hostage
Nine weeks awesome
Hides in a slipper
Look in her eye like she might be a wizard
Cold met a cat lady in a parking lot
She got the heroes of tomorrow in a cardboard box
And probably hoarding forty more in the corners of Fort Knox
Swapped 20 on the spot and copped the warlock

Back at the haunt, found God in the hamper
Briefs on her head playing look-it with a panther
Good around misery and golden era samplers
Jeopardy and Wheel at the heels of her handlers
Bet more than a pet to worship
It's an M.D recommended sense of purpose
Here to bat around keys in the means to euphoria
Soon to be held, the greatest of all warriors

Hey Kirby
What you doing Kirby
What you doing there

Hey Kirby
What you doing Kirby
Why'd you eat that leaf

Homie don't fetch, only woke to stretch
Under a thought bubble rich with bowls of goldfish
Skittish in the company of stranger danger
Otherwise, chase drawstrings, tails and lasers
In a steel cage match with a maze of cables
Brazen, game face based on Azazel
Oversized ears up, puke in the Meow Mix
Shred a pair of earbuds, remedy his cowlick

Thanks Kirbs, lookin' like a milli
Keep an old man sharp, keep a cold Chantilly
Spun plum dizzy in a frisky moment
Never lands on her feet though, I think she's broken
Mouser in training, nap on the toaster
Decorate her cubicle with dogs playing poker
Fifteen years taking prescriptions
Now a shrink like, I don't know, maybe get a kitten

Hey Kirby
What you doing Kirby
What you doing there

Hey Kirby
What you doing Kirby
What you doing there
 
Walt Whitman // "The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment...to put things down without deliberation...without worrying about their style...without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote, wrote, wrote… By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught."
 
“It’s easy to be a naive idealist. It’s easy to be a cynical realist. It’s quite another thing to have no illusions and still hold the inner flame.”

Marie-Louise von Franz

To be a naive idealist is, I daresay, the prerogative of the very young or the incurably romantic — those sweetly blinded by the pastel fogs of first truths. To be a cynical realist is, in turn, the privilege of the prematurely embalmed — those gray-souled scribblers who sip vinegar with their morning tea and scoff at stars. But to wander, stripped of illusions, in that splendid, godless twilight of clear sight — and yet preserve the flicker, the moth-winged flame of wonder! — ah, that is art, that is grace, that is the trembling tightrope between despair and delight.

Marie-Louise von Franz, that Jungian sibyl, tosses us this gem — and I, a seasoned collector of verbal butterflies, pin it gladly to the velvet of thought.

For what else is a writer but a firefly in the dark, both hopelessly aware of the void and insistently incandescent? The poet sees the abyss and hums a lullaby to it. The child, once betrayed by reality, yet chooses — inexplicably, gloriously — to believe again. Such is not folly. It is a most exquisite defiance.

So let us sip the wine of clarity, but let us not extinguish the lamp of beauty. Let us know the rot and yet revere the rose. Illusions may fall, but style remains. And somewhere, beneath the careful ruin of our understanding, the inner flame — flickering, trembling, immortal — dances on.
 
"What does a scanner see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does a passive infrared scanner like they used to use or a cube-type holo-scanner like they use these days, the latest thing, see into me - into us - clearly or darkly? I hope it does, he thought, see clearly, because I can't any longer these days see into myself. I see only murk. Murk outside; murk inside. I hope, for everyone's sake, the scanners do better. Because, he thought, if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I myself do, then we are cursed, cursed again and like we have been continually, and we'll wind up dead this way, knowing very little and getting that little fragment wrong too." - Philip K. Dick
 
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