“it
Charles Bukowski
takes
a lot of
desperation”
“Poetry”
I’ll be sorry and miss you every day for the rest of my life. I’m losing the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and felt – our light – because I don’t know how to take care of it anymore. God it was so beautiful
I’m sorry I made you cry and I’ll never stop seeing those beautiful blue eyes red and wet and so bright blue.
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
Bret Easton Ellis
American Psycho, 1991
Looking for Layla: an autobiographical account by Elle B. Hunter, dedicated to Jeff Littner and his “cheerleaders with black and gold hearts”. 