Report, if you have a problem with this page“ sometimes when everything seems atits worstwhen all conspiresand gnawsand the hours, days, weeksyearsseem wasted – stretched there upon my bedin the darklooking upward at the ceilingi get what many will consider anobnoxious thought:it’s still nice to beBukowski. ”
Charles Bukowski
From : You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
