Thursday, May 20, 2010

You were good, man...


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“I have died too many times believing and waiting,
waiting in a room
staring at a cracked ceiling
waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock,

a sound … going wild inside.”

of the arms of one love,
Charles Bukowski



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