"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, April 23, 2009
I go walkin' after midnight...
tonight.
red red wine. laughter. horror films. food. forgetting. letting go. taking in. falling. failing.
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