"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)
Monday, July 18, 2011
Is happiness so fleeting? Where
Is happiness so fleeting? Where we can bury our grinning alive with our precious dead...
Capt.PirateFace
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