Being so closely connected to this city and an observer of it for so many years I began to wonder how this place will look in a year, in five years or in twenty. To me my city seems to be an ever changing organism. Nothing stays the same for
Love this song!
please bury me to this song… or burn me. and spit on my grave, whatever.
“A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke” - Vincent Van Gogh
(Pic: Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette, 1886 - Vincent van Gogh.)
In the final entry of his journal, the very last words he ever penned, Burroughs bequeaths:
“Thinking is not enough. Nothing is. There is no final enough of wisdom, experience — any fucking thing. Only thing can resolve conflict is love, like I felt for Fletch and Ruski, Spooner, and Calico. Pure love.
Love? What is It?
Most natural painkiller what there is.
— Sufi teachings (via tapemancy)
recently i am thinking about:
Jack Nicholson - birthday 22nd April
Johnny Thunders - died 23rd April (1991)
John Waters - birthday 22nd April
Iggy Pop - birthday 21st April
Ramones - released first album 23rd April (1976)
Anton Newcombe - not on twitter or deadtv since this morning…
= all my favourite people, sending them each happy thoughts and love xx