There, I was alone with myself. And disgusting as I was it was better than being with somebody else, anybody else, all of them out there doing their pitiful little tricks and handsprings. I pulled the covers up to my neck and waited.by Charles Bukowski
se a minha misantropia voltar ao de cima nos posts seguintes, blame it on PMS.
tens sempre os poemas do Buko...
ResponderEliminarverdade, é nestas alturas que me sabe melhor ler Bukowski
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