We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terr — Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.

— Charles Bukowski

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