Nic Smith

food for thought today. just one of my many rants.

Individual cultures use law and science as coping mechanisms, creating boundaries arounds oneself to look after number 1 and validating that belief through measures such as law suits; taking the humanity out of the way people react to one another. This diminishes emotional capacity due to the fact that you no longer function in a way that forces you to make life choices based on the greater good and the way you interact with your larger community in fact changes and becomes somewhat obsolete. In collective societies you learn to live and interact with each other, understanding that your decision effects the larger group. You are forced to learn how to be emotionally sensitive not only to oneself but also to the collective which ultimately benefits all not just one.


You and I, we are invincible. Metal clad, untouchable.
Doing circles in midnight skies.
Reveling in pinks and oranges and the sound of the sun.

Not living for anything or anyone, except the pure pursuit of life itself.

(picture source, unknown)

Alexander Porter


“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. 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. It could mean 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. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum

“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
― Charles Bukowski

“the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.”
― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

“Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.”
― Charles Bukowski

“We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”
― Charles Bukowski

“you boys can keep your virgins
give me hot old women in high heels
with asses that forgot to get old.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

My eternal summer.

There are no rules. Just the summertime.
You don’t need anymore than that.

The Others.

Images by other people. Images that move me, in one form or another.

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