*Public Post 1: To preserve one's incognito.
Pain is strange.
A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire...
Pain arrives, BANG! and there it is,
it sits on you. It's real.
And to anybody watching, you look foolish.
Like you've suddenly turned into an idiot.
There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands
how you feel, and knows how to help.
'Women' by Charles Bukowski
*tsk male authors. What do they know about females in general, rrly? pfft.
A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire...
Pain arrives, BANG! and there it is,
it sits on you. It's real.
And to anybody watching, you look foolish.
Like you've suddenly turned into an idiot.
There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands
how you feel, and knows how to help.
'Women' by Charles Bukowski
*tsk male authors. What do they know about females in general, rrly? pfft.

