I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming fo — Charles Bukowski
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I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

— Charles Bukowski
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