Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.

That time in Seattle—during the lawsuit—was a fucking nightmare. I came out of it dead broke, without a house, without anything except a girlfriend and a knowledge of UNIX.” “Well, that’s something,” Avi says. “Normally those two are mutually exclusive.

(...) pero en mi niñez he visto hombres viejos que largamente se ocultaban en las letrinas, con unos discos de metal en un cubilete prohibido, y débilmente remedaban el divino desorden.

Omaks võib nimetada alles seda, mis käes on.

Written By Erich Maria Remarque

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