"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)
Thursday, January 03, 2008
pushing out the poison and taking in the air
breath
in
breath
out
out
out
and
out.
This song has saved my life so many damn times.... Enjoy.
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