Hindsight

“Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.”
Charles Bukowski
skins
The morning after, it’s plain to see,
the drunken mistakes, you did to me
Your eyes are teary, with stains of sorrow
I’m hardened to that, it’ll happen tomorrow
As the sun sets fear, sings lullabies
Soon you’ll be home, bringing hell and goodbyes
Again the saddest story is now told
I’m becoming a drunk too, as I grow old
You stained my mind, with intoxicated words
Breaking my soul, with your scourge
this morning tells a story, of my final plea
I lay this bottle down, because you have become me.
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Reluctant Predator – Voices tell him what to do

“When you are being hunted,
set your mind as the predator.”
Toba Beta,
My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
 
Vincent Fantauzzo

“Man, why did you do that? I didn’t do a goddamn thing to you!”


Here come the voices telling me what to do to him.

“Look, I don’t want any problems, I just want to be left alone.”

Eviscerate him! Look in his eyes as his entrails spill on his shoes.

“Hahahaha, nice joke man. Thanks for embarrassing me.”

No, no. That would be to quick and messy. DNA you know, gotta be careful.

“I’m leaving, please don’t follow me, please stop yelling at me”

Wait until he is drunk, then, burn him. Listen to his screams, pleasant music, a lullaby of revenge

“Why is it every time I see you, you put me down and make yourself look good at my expense?”

I’ll tie you up and feed you with parts of your own body you fucking asshole.

“Yeah, I’ll forgive you, again. It’s OK, I know your hurting too and you didn’t mean it.”

Motherfucker, I never forget! I store up the hate in me, a funeral pyre of for your death.


You never know what someone is thinking when you push their buttons. Be careful, there are predators among us, some reluctant, but vicious in their intent. Every man has his breaking point, just remember people are not what you see…the scariest part is what you don’t see. See you on the other side. Peace.

Reluctant Predator – Voices tell him what to do

“When you are being hunted,
set your mind as the predator.”
Toba Beta,
My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
 
Vincent Fantauzzo

“Man, why did you do that? I didn’t do a goddamn thing to you!”


Here come the voices telling me what to do to him.

“Look, I don’t want any problems, I just want to be left alone.”

Eviscerate him! Look in his eyes as his entrails spill on his shoes.

“Hahahaha, nice joke man. Thanks for embarrassing me.”

No, no. That would be to quick and messy. DNA you know, gotta be careful.

“I’m leaving, please don’t follow me, please stop yelling at me”

Wait until he is drunk, then, burn him. Listen to his screams, pleasant music, a lullaby of revenge

“Why is it every time I see you, you put me down and make yourself look good at my expense?”

I’ll tie you up and feed you with parts of your own body you fucking asshole.

“Yeah, I’ll forgive you, again. It’s OK, I know your hurting too and you didn’t mean it.”

Motherfucker, I never forget! I store up the hate in me, a funeral pyre of for your death.


You never know what someone is thinking when you push their buttons. Be careful, there are predators among us, some reluctant, but vicious in their intent. Every man has his breaking point, just remember people are not what you see…the scariest part is what you don’t see. See you on the other side. Peace.