"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
— Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
human junk, just words and so much skin..
Sorry about the absolutely silly fucking post last night... Gee Whiz I am a Dork.
Check this out and tell yer pals if you live in Sin City baby.
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