"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)
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Goodbye Horses
i am writing again... kinda. Sheri, I got yer message and will be getting back to you shortly... e-mail me at captpirateface@aol.com
Always disturbing.
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