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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideas.
(Charles Bukowski)
as promised, my full piece for @huntersmarkzine!! it's vicar amelia, but twice :D
check out the full zine here! it's completely free!!
Buried deep in my chest
I have things I regret
I get scared, I get mean
Please don't take your love from me
Don't know how I found you
When you die, better bring me too
All I have is this love
I can't ever get enough
Note to self
"I don't want to wake you up. But i've just become a man is it good enough?!" - Nat Letkoff
"I miss the way you hold me oh. I never even loved myself that much" - Nat Letkoff
"And damn maybe I should lick my wounds less often. Makes me want to be alone." - Nat Letkoff
“now it’s computers and more computers and soon everybody will have one, 3-year-olds will have computers and everybody will know everything about everybody else long before they meet them. nobody will want to meet anybody else ever again and everybody will be a recluse like I am now.”
– Charles Bukowski