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Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

—Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)

seanhouston:

The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god The fingers reach for the bottle The pill The powder We are born into this sorrowful deadliness We are born into a government 60 years in debt That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt And the banks will burn Money will be useless
…Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men The sea will be poisoned The lakes and rivers will vanish Rain will be the new gold The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition The petering out of supplies The natural effect of general decayAnd there will be the most beautiful silence never heard Born out of that. The sun still hidden there Awaiting the next chapter.

seanhouston:

The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless



Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.

(via ilibertario-deactivated20120419)

La macchina fotografica è uno strumento semplice, anche il più stupido può usarla, la sfida consiste nel creare attraverso di essa quella combinazione tra verità e bellezza chiamata arte.

—Isabel Allende, Ritratto in seppia, 2001 (via devilste)

(Fonte: lanevespuntadalsuolo, via perlediundiavolaccio)