"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)
Friday, January 27, 2012
hello again my friends oh imaginary friends
I am well and alive and blogging from the potty as we speak. Can you believe the gift modern technology has given us lunatics? Good to be back and in touch creeps.
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