“ And whenever I get off a good poem, that’s another crutch to keep me going. I don’t know about other people, but when I bend over to put on my shoes in the morning, I think, Christ-oh-mighty, now what? I’m screwed by life, we don’t get along. I have to take little bites out of it, not the whole thing.
Charles Bukowski
1 month ago
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