"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)
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
so... says the liar
I lied about updating the poetry stuff but will act on my promise soon yo.
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