I envy you Ice, I still have another month untill I get out.
I envy you Ice, I still have another month untill I get out.
When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him, he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply the fact that there are no bricks and no temples
-Stephen Crane
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