—From God's Perspective
The books you think I wrote are way too thick.
Who needs a thousand metaphors to figure out you shouldn’t be a dick?
And I don’t watch you when you sleep.
Surprisingly I don’t use my omnipotence to be a fucking creep
You’re not going to heaven
Why the fuck would you think I’d ever kick it with you?
None of you are going to heaven
There’s a trillion aliens cooler than you
I mean… yeah.
a series of
and large defeats
and I am as
as any other
I have gotten
from there to
without committing murder
having ended up in the
my soul despite all the past
thanks all the gods
who were not
— Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers At Last (via hopeforabrighterday)