urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:devilrun charles bukowski charles bukowski 2008-03-22T21:25:49Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:devilrun:37101 2008-03-22T21:25:49Z 2008-03-22T21:25:49Z new LJ guys. new start. annual thing. you know.<br /><br /><span class='ljuser ljuser-name_indianlands' lj:user='indianlands' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://indianlands.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://indianlands.livejournal.com/'><b>indianlands</b></a></span><br /><span class='ljuser ljuser-name_indianlands' lj:user='indianlands' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://indianlands.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://indianlands.livejournal.com/'><b>indianlands</b></a></span><br /><span class='ljuser ljuser-name_indianlands' lj:user='indianlands' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://indianlands.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://indianlands.livejournal.com/'><b>indianlands</b></a></span><br /><br />if i talk to you a lot/love you/cherish you/have a crush on you/am married to you/etc. i already added you. if i don't talk to you that much or know you or whatever and somehow you're still interested in my life, just remind me who you are and i'll add you back.<br /><br />love and besos.<br /><br />haleh. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:devilrun:4961 2007-08-14T17:29:36Z 2007-08-14T17:29:36Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c241/yourhymewith/misc%20shit/Photo5.jpg"> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:devilrun:578 2007-07-20T20:56:43Z 2008-01-18T08:29:40Z <center>Vallejo writing about <br />loneliness while starving to<br />death;<br />Van Gogh's ear rejected by a<br />whore;<br />Rimbaud running off to Africa <br />to look for gold and finding<br />an incurable case of syphilis;<br />Beethoven gone deaf;<br />Pound dragged through the streets<br />in a cage;<br />Chatterton taking rat poison;<br />Hemmingway's brains dropping into<br />the orange juice;<br />Pascal cutting his wrists<br />in the bathtub;<br />Artaud locked up with the mad;<br />Dostoevsky stood up against a wall;<br />Crane jumping into a boat propeller;<br />Lorca shot in the road by Spanish<br />troops;<br />Berryman jumping off a bridge;<br />Burroughs shooting his wife;<br />Mailer killing his.<br />--that's what they want:<br />a God damned show<br />a lit billboard<br />in the middle of hell.<br />that's what they want.<br />that bunch of<br />dull<br />inarticulate<br />safe<br />dreary<br />admirers of<br />carnivals.<br /><br /><br /><br />friends only.</center>