where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski
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where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die,

— Charles Bukowski
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