inneroptics:

Saul Leiter

"Ain’t it a shame that you can’t say "Fuck"?
Fuck’s just a word,
And it’s all fucked up,
Like a fucked up punk
With a fucked up mouth.
A nine inch nail
I’ll get knocked the fuck out.
Fucked up aids,
From fucked up sex.
Fake ass titties
On a fucked up chest.
We’re all fucked up.
So whatcha wanna do?
We fucked up me,
And fucked up you!”

Early 2000s poetry by Limp Bizkit.

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I wish to weep, but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe, but belief is a graveyard.

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inneroptics:

William Burroughs - Robert Mapplethorpe

mpdrolet:

Glass Necklace, 1977
Mac Adams