I am already in love with Charles Bukowski.

(I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm
bringing the dead back to life, marvelous
so marvelous
like eating cold olives at 3 a.m.
with half the town on fire)
I came.

Jesus.

we all blog for a living

With only minor tampering, this sign could read, "DANG NO ASS." Central Square T stop, inbound.