"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, June 14, 2011
I am awash in passion and life. Thanking big brother karma for tipping the scales in my favor. Not only do my tears still hit the floor. I now smile at the sky
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