"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)
Sunday, October 11, 2009
no contact through the cosmos
so much to say, so little time. I need a wireless internet thingy. The one you plug in and it finds connections... yeah. then updates will flood in.
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