"I started writing hundred of poems and sending them out. You know poetry doesn't pay anything, it was just a form I needed. Kind of a passionate, pleasurable, selfish, nice form where you can scream a bit. I guess I needed to scream a little bit." C. Bukowski
Thursday, November 12, 2015
day forty-six : my rooms knows
the idea of moving
changes the head
the knowledge of moving
changes the atmosphere
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