"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, July 12, 2011
I looked into the dark
I looked into the dark with my eyes closed shut. I didnt see nightmares this time. Just beautiful dreams Capt.PirateFace
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