happy new year




well thats just the way it is.........

sometimes when everything seems at its worsed
when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days,
weeks YEARS 
seem wasted-
stretched there upon my bed in the dark
looking at the ceiling
i get what many will consider an obnoxious thought:
its still nice to be
 me.

Charles Bukowski 


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