How true. I survived there for a year. It was so fucking beautiful I couldn't stand it any longer. I don't believe in beauty. Now it's back to the grinding stone.
Good luck to all of you.
long time ago i came across a haiku which goes somewhat like this:
your panties, my soul
there's a trace of shit
on both of them
does anyone know the exact words and the source?
thanks, guys
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