Flying Gogoplata

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

–E. E. Cummmings (via syntheticpubes)

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

–Charles Baudelaire (via andthenyouexplode)

I can’t hack the poetry. I try at the virtue constantly and fail consistently. So I default to the wine.

(Ripping off tumblr’s citation format, both because I couldn’t find an original source to cite, and because it is concise)

Exhibit A – Nick Diaz:

Exhibit B – A Boxing Kitteh:

Am I the only one who sees the stylistic resemblance? Perhaps this kitteh should challenge Roy Jones, Jr.