"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, October 15, 2008
no....
i am not
dead.
smart asses!
Love Captain PirateFace
For those of you reading this respond with a comment to this post, to this question I have...
"How did you hear about Pornography On The Radio?"
I heard you sob the web address in your sleep as I combed the vomit out of your hair.
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