January 2012
December 2011
Bad kids, all my friends are bad kids, product of...
TIPICO: que te agarre un calambre y enseguida...
Charles Bukowski, "8 count"
sharingpoetry:
from my bed I watch 3 birds on a telephone wire.
one flies off. then another.
one is left, then it too is gone.
my typewriter is tombstone still.
and I am reduced to bird watching.
just thought I’d let you know, fucker. (submitted by undecidedname)
