The Y10K Problem

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Kimika Hara.

Hand stitched and delightfully colored “illustrations” by Japanese artist Kimika Hara:

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(via loveyourchaos)

the days run away like wild horses over the hills by Charles Bukowski

it is Saturday and hot

and the faces of greed rushing past

pinched and dried and impossible 

want to make me kneel amongst the lilies and pray

but instead I go to a bar

where I can get good vodka and orange for 70¢

and people keep talking to me,

it is one big lonely hearts club, 

people lonely for a voice and a million dollars 

and not getting much of either,

and by the 9th race I am one hundred dollars in the hole

and a big colored guy walks up to me

and spreads the tickets of the last winner in his hand

like violin music,

and I say

"fine, fine,"

and he says, “I am with a couple of old broads

and now they are trying to find me,

but I am ducking out, I am going to lock the doors

and get drunk.”

"fine," I say, and he walks off

and I keep wondering why so many colored people 

talk to me, and then I remembered 

I was in a bar once and a big black guy swore me into 

something called the Muslims;

I had to repeat a lot of fancy words and 

we drank all night,

but I thought he was kidding:

I am not out to destroy all the white race-

only a small part of it:

myself.

wednesdaydreams:

We’ve become a race of Peeping Toms. What people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change. Yes sir. How’s that for a bit of homespun philosophy?

Rear Window (1954), Alfred Hitchcock

My favorite movie.

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