"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)
Thursday, February 16, 2012
well... fuck it i guess...?
Never could get this whole thing down. Nobody told me swallowing life would be like choking down a huge black mans fist. Never once did I get this information.
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