Bluebird
Aug 2, 2022
Charles Bukowski, Charles Bukowski, Charles Bukowski. You worthless drunk, you genius bastard, you get my fingertips to itching. My head hurts with the words.
Charles Bukowski, Charles Bukowski, Charles Bukowski. You worthless drunk, you genius bastard, you get my fingertips to itching. My head hurts with the words.
Writer, wife, cat mother. I know too much about Jonestown and the Nixon presidency. I love red lipstick and The Beatles. Neurodivergent. I could live on sushi.