"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, May 15, 2012
"And me I'm in the bathroom crying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a man when you're scared, just like a little kid."
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