when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in
you.
there is no other way.
and there never was

(C. Bukowski, so you’d want to be a writer?)

what you do is take whatever luck comes your way and pretend
you know more than you ever
will.
right?

(id., the Mexican fighters)