Tuesday, February 12, 2019

needful things


I want a trouble-maker for a lover;
blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame. 

Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate. 

Who burns like fire on the rushing sea. 



I want a soul mate who can sit me down,
shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh.

I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.
And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow.
I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth.

I will do your windows.
I will care about your feelings.
Just have something in there.

–Henry Rollins


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