We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita… “Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”
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Yawn… , Charles Bukowski
Dante and Virgil at Purgatory, Gustave Doré
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What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye. (via funeralfrost)
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