
Living Without Love
Once you
learn to
live without
love you
have no
tolerance
for people
poking
around in
your shit.

Once you
learn to
live without
love you
have no
tolerance
for people
poking
around in
your shit.
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Time to
cook up
a pot
of Top
Ramen
with two
carrots a
chunk of
broccoli
half an
onion
& three
cloves of
garlic
in it.
Sprinkle it
with cayenne
pepper &
wolf it down.
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Lebensabschnitte | Painting by Emmanuelle Pérat
Life is
made up
of episodes.
Be careful
not to
let them
bleed into
each other.
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The hero
sets off
on a
quest for
something high
& boon-
granting &
halfway into
the journey
meets up
with a
monster that
he vanquishes
with the
help of
a spirit
that pops
up out
of nowhere
& after
his journey
is complete
he returns
to his
people steeped
in wisdom.
What’s never
mentioned is
that nine
times out
of ten they
crucify him.
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I keep
running across
movies about
old people
who are
five or
six years
younger than
I am
who are
stumbling thru
the last
days of
their lives.
I figure
it’s a
plot to
get me
to start
acting
my age.
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The best
most people
have to
offer is
a pat
on the
back
& a
“Go get
’em, tiger.”
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