for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
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for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our differencesunder one lawdegrades each self.

— Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
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