"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, June 16, 2011
And i grin like a lunatic till my face hurts. I can get used to this discomfort... It never felt better to be some thrilled. Capt.PirateFace
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