I remember sitting in class one day, when the professor explained that Nietzsche was an incel who died of Syphillis. It was like some Buddhist Koan poem. My whole world came crashing down contemplating it. I wandered for 12 years wearing nothing but a bedsheet. Eventually I learned the way of juiciness --- Join to Develop Your Skills | Short daily BOYO ALERTS: Instagram | Twitter | Spotify, iTunes etc. | My Music |
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