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...Fucking Sartre. Once again, I've realised that I'm leading an utterly pointless existence.
Not necessarily a bad thing, but I just watched one of those knife ads.
You know, where they cut through the shoes? I mean JESUS. For fifteen minutes I watched them cut through shoes, pineapples, a-rabs, whatever the crazed bastards at 'miracle-blade' could get their hands on.
Life's too short. I need to start something, a play, a book, a film, a tapestry, architecture, my own religion, whatever. Something.
I've gone slightly insane.
Hello!
Not necessarily a bad thing, but I just watched one of those knife ads.
You know, where they cut through the shoes? I mean JESUS. For fifteen minutes I watched them cut through shoes, pineapples, a-rabs, whatever the crazed bastards at 'miracle-blade' could get their hands on.
Life's too short. I need to start something, a play, a book, a film, a tapestry, architecture, my own religion, whatever. Something.
I've gone slightly insane.
Hello!