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Tales of Ordinary Madness Charles Bukowski
Publisher: City Lights Books

It's 4:30 am in the fountain plaza of St Sulpice. Contempt may be a poor substitute for dignity, but sometimes it's all you've got. Paris is still flickering, but quietly now. Posted on August 7, 2009 by phillygrrl | Leave a comment. €�But I don't want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked. It was a quiet week on SEPTA — for me anyway. €�Oh, you can't help that,” said the Cat. Portraits of psychiatric patients C1880s. He pockets a bottle-cap and tosses penny into the fountain, to watch it skip on the water. It's probably par for the course for customer service clerks to despise their customers. SEPTA Girl: Tales of Ordinary Madness.