Look man, we'd probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, but do we need fiction that does nothing but dramatize how dark and stupid everything is?

So after a hectic week of believing that war was peace, that good was bad, that the moon was made of blue cheese, and that God needed a lot of money sent to a certain box number, the Monk started to believe that 35 percent of all tables were hermaphrodites, and then broke down.

Put a stop to it, we all human no matter wants color

My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.

Written By Jean-Paul Sartre

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