I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
[Charles Bukowski - I met a genius]
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Snow.
Another Nytol. I had a dream that it was snowing. And when I looked out of the window, the Earth was covered in dirty snow.
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