Peanuts by Charles Bukowski:
answers that never arrive by Bukowski
answers that never arrive
I sit by the window and listen to the rain
come down
and I think about why we
do these things
we sit with our elbows on these
brick walls,
talking
bickering
lamenting the passing of our youth,
and what it means to be
young.
we write letters to Santa Claus
tell him about how
we've been good
we should get presents
waiting for answers that never arrive.
we spend our days and nights
drinking
screwing
screaming our heads off
and all it ever really does
is make my stomach
hurt
Looks like "Ziggy"
In my best Homer Simpson voice "mmmmmm Blllobfiiiish"
Who would have thought fishes also have pudgy noses...
that looks like one of my relatives.
wow... gross and fascinating at the same time. I took a whole class in college called "the biology of fishes" and wrote a 20 page term paper on "the reproductive strategies of deep sea anglerfish [the males are parasitic and fuse with the females, making them self-fertilizing]
That deep sea stuff is freaky-deaky.
eww that is so disgustin yet strangely intriguing!