Wo de tian, a*, we’ve got silverfish in Spain.
I thought those creepy buggers were something I left behind in Rez, along with the pungent smell of pot and weird “who can play opera the loudest” concerts.
Oh gou shi**.
On a completely random note,
regohemia quoted from an unidentified source the following:
When you constantly seek to stitch the issues of the present to the mistakes of the past, you embroider your life onto the surfaces of ghosts.
Read, ponder, reconsider.
* “Dear God in heaven”
** “crap”
I thought those creepy buggers were something I left behind in Rez, along with the pungent smell of pot and weird “who can play opera the loudest” concerts.
Oh gou shi**.
On a completely random note,
When you constantly seek to stitch the issues of the present to the mistakes of the past, you embroider your life onto the surfaces of ghosts.
Read, ponder, reconsider.
* “Dear God in heaven”
** “crap”