Forwarded from alcoholic.exe
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and sigh.
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and sigh.
For us to live any other way was nuts. Uh, to us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day and worried about their bills were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again.
Rest in peace Ray
Rest in peace Ray
“All these nations were great because they had great prejudices. They now have none. Are they nations still? At most, disintegrated crowds.”
— Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
— Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born