"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)
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Woot woot says the man with diamonds in his pockets but no fingers in which to grab them. Humanity is terrible and amazing all at once. Capt.PirateFace
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