We stand on the shoreline waiting for a glimpse of god but only catch the reflection of a daily dying sun. Over and over it plunges to the sea..
Capt.PirateFace
"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)
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