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And then I realized- I am not suffering. The I is not constant. The sick father, that is Constant. The drawling Pain of humanity, that Is constant. Those of us, The Bukowski's, are merely Those conscious of the Continuous and everlasting Stream of human Suffering.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
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And then I realized- I am not suffering. The I is not constant. The sick father, that is Constant. The drawling Pain of humanity, that Is constant. Those of us, The Bukowski's, are merely Those conscious of the Continuous and everlasting Stream of human Suffering.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
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