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Book title "You get so alone at times that it just makes sense" by-Charles Bukowski



Interesting...It really does make sense. 

"Well, that's just the way it is..."

"-sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks, years seem wasted- stretched there upon my bed in the dark, looking upward at the ceiling I get what many will consider an obnoxious thought: it's still nice to be Bukowski."



works:

nyctophilia 



Pronouns: what ever makes ye comfortable