You’re having a good day, life feels stable. You know where you are and feel positive about where you’re headed. No one’s been an asshole in a while and you actually remembered to take a vitamin. And then you come across something like Pet Shit, a book drawn and printed by French lunatic Craoman, and suddenly you realize you’re just a tiny baby ant with no comprehension of what’s actually at work in the world. You need your diaper changed because you just crapped a load of question marks.
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