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"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)
Hey John email me your phone number so I can call you. I don't know when or where the hell you are.
ReplyDeleteYa, FUCK IT!!!!! Whats, wrong?
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