sound advice--empty hands and tired eyes
Sometimes I write some things. I don't know if they're any good or not.
9.28.2007
Bukowski (1)
I'm fucked up.
Right now I'm
fucked up. If
imitation is the
highest form of
flattery, then a
dead misogynist
is blushing.
But I don't
like his line
breaks.
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