a veces creo que los dolores corporales son porque me oxido de tanto llorar

P.S.

i just called to say i love you ... oh, i see, and there's no way for you to recover hearing? all right then

When I think of myself dead

I think of automobiles parked in a
parking lot

when I think of myself dead
I think of frying pans

when I think of myself dead
I think of somebody making love to you
when I'm not around

when I think of myself dead
I have trouble breathing

when I think of myself dead
I think of all the people waiting to die

when I think of myself dead
I think I won't be able to drink water anymore

when I think of myself dead
the air goes white

the roaches in my kitchen
tremble

and somebody will have to throw
my clean and dirty underwear
away.

Charles Bukowski