Toni B.

“Fiat voluntas tua,”
― Bernard Cornwell, Heretic

“Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and there it stopped and there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own self. Some fix, that.
We only have ourselves to go on, and it’s enough…”
― Charles Bukowski

“yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

“now look, she said, stretched out on the bed, I don’t want anything personal, let’s just do it, I don’t want to get involved, got it? she kicked off her high-heeled shoes… sure, he said, standing there, let’s just pretend that we’ve already done it, there’s nothing less involved than that, is there? what the hell do you mean? she asked. I mean, he said, I’d rather drink anyhow. and he poured himself one. it was a lousy night in Vegas and he walked to the window and looked out at the dumb lights. you a fag? she asked, you a god damned fag? no, he said. you don’t have to get shitty,...”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense