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going to university was such a waste of time, given my social coherence classification it was actually an economic antagonism, the powers at be would have preferred me to be the muscle in factory work rather than the brain in something relating to chemistry, HAPPINESS IS A SILENT MIND... well, my mind if wholly ******* static, how do you cure that? eat, **** repeat...              repeat the eat, **** arithmetic... seriously, going to university was a waste of time, it could have meant something if i was from Poland, middle class, relying on skiing holidays, but it really did't matter... not now... not ever... educating myself just meant a ******* laughable whatever; so... ha ha! *jak kiedyś żyd o polaku, tak tesz polak o polaku: wasze ulice! nasze kamienice! żebraj reszte! albo proś: panie zaachwały, Alfons ****** czekam na paszport na voyage do Argentyny, i ziew by oddać rytuał wedle egzemplarza śliny Turka: kiss kiss... bo taki jest ostateczny werdykt... ah twe wzbogacienie, ah twe poliaka wzbogaczeczenia.*
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
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going to university was such a waste of time, given my social coherence classification it was actually an economic antagonism, the powers at be would have preferred me to be the muscle in factory work rather than the brain in something relating to chemistry, HAPPINESS IS A SILENT MIND... well, my mind if wholly ******* static, how do you cure that? eat, **** repeat...              repeat the eat, **** arithmetic... seriously, going to university was a waste of time, it could have meant something if i was from Poland, middle class, relying on skiing holidays, but it really did't matter... not now... not ever... educating myself just meant a ******* laughable whatever; so... ha ha! *jak kiedyś żyd o polaku, tak tesz polak o polaku: wasze ulice! nasze kamienice! żebraj reszte! albo proś: panie zaachwały, Alfons ****** czekam na paszport na voyage do Argentyny, i ziew by oddać rytuał wedle egzemplarza śliny Turka: kiss kiss... bo taki jest ostateczny werdykt... ah twe wzbogacienie, ah twe poliaka wzbogaczeczenia.*
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
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