La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir

Charles Bukowski
La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una...
La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una...
La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una...
La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una...
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The majority of people’s deaths are a lie. Not a single person dies in them.

Source: The Captain Is Out To Lunch And The Sailors Have Taken Over The Ship

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