but now I’m saving all my loving for someone who’s loving me.
Convicted mass murderer Charles Manson is coming up for parole tomorrow, for the 12th time. He is now 77 years old, and prosecutors say he remains a danger to others. Here, a look back at Manson’s life in photos
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the reaper.
I only drive with my windows down. no music. no sound. save for the roaring engine. I forgot my shirt I guess. it was February. I blacked back in doing 65 through a neighborhood. it was my third day straight no sleep. I was alternating between sips of Red Bull and Bud Light from cans I kept in the cupholders of my center console. I finished another can, crushed it, and threw it in the back, unaware of which piss-colored fizz I was consuming. it clattered into the pile I had accumulated in the back.
I saw the reaper in the windows of every house that flew by. he was always grinning at me. at his new prodigy. I lost my shoes a while back somewhere among the countless Hostess cupcake wrappers that littered the floor under the steering wheel. my horn went out a while ago. I like to hold it down sometimes when I know that everyone is sleeping. it heals some of my wounds to know that after I did that others were awake too. I needed more gas. I pulled a leather wallet out of the box I kept in the passenger seat. John Carpenter would be filling up my tank today.
I zipped through a red light narrowly avoiding a family of five in a white minivan. there was a puppy in there too, I think. once I got far enough away, I pulled into a Phillips 66 off a highway and put a credit card in the pump. I bent it then plied it in half and threw it away once the numbers started going up.
I went inside and I grabbed another pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and I started smoking before I even got out of the store. I came back out and my tank was full. I pulled out the nozzle, gave it a semi-contemplative glance, then I turned it on and locked it, and put it in the trash can. I drove away smoking two cigarettes, one in each hand.
it started to snow, and I smiled.
so I stay busy day and night
I don’t have time to complain.
it feels so empty
when you know what’s in the heads of everyone staring back at you.