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]
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Hairdressers.
I hate it when people talk non-stop at hairdresser's. I pay you to cut my hair, not to fake interest in my life.
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