Charles Bukowski, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way

no concept of danger, reality, flow or compassion. you can feel the despair escaping from their machines, their lives as hopeless and as numbed as yours.

Charles Bukowski, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way

no concept of danger, reality, flow or compassion. you can feel the despair escaping from their machines, their lives as hopeless and as numbed as yours.

Charles Bukowski, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way

no concept of danger, reality, flow or compassion. you can feel the despair escaping from their machines, their lives as hopeless and as numbed as yours.