"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, February 14, 2012
shooting the shit
Hello weary travellers... I get it. I understand. I miss you dark sky. I miss you stunning rainbow. Most of all my sweet girl... I miss you.
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