Epitaph. by Andrew S AdamsI haven't got
mucht time, so i'll
be brief:
I
lived
died
loved
fucked
ate
wrote
had nothing important to say
got busted up
busted some up
thought every thought i'd ever thought
(not nessicarily
in that order)-
and at the end of the day
i'll tell you what:
none of it meant a god damned thing. 07/13/2006 Author's Note: Doing my Best Bukowski impersonation.
Posted on 07/13/2006 Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
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