Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut