"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)
You don't know me, but I used to find your zine hidden in Zia. I was cleaning my closet & found a copy, and remembered how much I dug it. I hope 2013 is treating you well, and you're still releasing work out into the wild.
You don't know me, but I used to find your zine hidden in Zia. I was cleaning my closet & found a copy, and remembered how much I dug it. I hope 2013 is treating you well, and you're still releasing work out into the wild.
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