about a man and his nonsense

“show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I’ll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.” (Charles Bukowski, 6/27/67, over 20th bottle of beer)

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

March

temporarily

out of order
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