Is the human soul and personality actually a sewer
flowing with feces and the grimy water of resentment but therein somewhere
hiding a golden stream, a nerve of honey amid the flow of shit and tampons, a
vein of purity within the cluster of dirty needles and disgusting condoms
clogging this repulsive and reeking pathway of the underworld?
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