Custom Engraved Slateplate Custom Engraved Slateplate

SKU
Slate - Choose Slate Size 12 x 12 (39)
Slate - Gift Box No
Design Option - Text Text (20)
- Provide Text Let It Enfold You Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you. When I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing. I was hard as granite, I leered at the sun. I trusted no man especially no woman. I was living in hell in small rooms, I broke things, smashed things, walked through glass, cursed. I challenged everything, was continually being evicted, jailed, in and out of fights, in and out of my own mind. I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbage men, English accents, Spain, France, Italy, walnuts, and the color orange. algebra angered me, opera sickened me, Charlie Chaplin was a fake, and flowers were for pansies. peace and happiness to me were signs of inferiority, tenants of the weak addled mind. but as i went on with my alley fights, my suicidal years, began to occur to me that i wasn't different from the others, i was the same, they were all fulsome with hatred, everybody was nudging, inching, cheating for some insignificant advantage, the lie was the weapon and the plot was empty, darkness was the dictator. Charles Bukowski
- Choose Font Trajan Pro
- Choose Location on Slate Center - Center
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_productUrl https://www.slateplate.com/products/custom-engraved-slateplate-64
_cpb_frs_id 664910
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SKU
Slate - Choose Slate Size 12 x 12 (39)
Slate - Gift Box No
Design Option - Text Text (20)
- Provide Text Let It Enfold You Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you. When I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing. I was hard as granite, I leered at the sun. I trusted no man especially no woman. I was living in hell in small rooms, I broke things, smashed things, walked through glass, cursed. I challenged everything, was continually being evicted, jailed, in and out of fights, in and out of my own mind. I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbage men, English accents, Spain, France, Italy, walnuts, and the color orange. algebra angered me, opera sickened me, Charlie Chaplin was a fake, and flowers were for pansies. peace and happiness to me were signs of inferiority, tenants of the weak addled mind. but as i went on with my alley fights, my suicidal years, began to occur to me that i wasn't different from the others, i was the same, they were all fulsome with hatred, everybody was nudging, inching, cheating for some insignificant advantage, the lie was the weapon and the plot was empty, darkness was the dictator. Charles Bukowski
- Choose Font Trajan Pro
- Choose Location on Slate Center - Center
_configId eg5-AL599aKGABWtpxqThHQ3
_productUrl https://www.slateplate.com/products/custom-engraved-slateplate-64
_cpb_frs_id 664910
_image https://app.thecustomproductbuilder.com/private-image/custom-product-builder-private/13878489/images/orders/slateplate-5969965416645-UKvSDvcYKHV9bqAcOqAbZ0H2.webp