Monday, July 17, 2006

Existential thoughts?

Earlier today I was walking down the street when I happened upon a man. He wanted me to tell anyone who might read this that anything thing I say about him is completely fabricated. Including any information about me meeting him and him wanting me to tell anyone anything. This man was standing under a sad looking tree and wearing a bowler hat. He may or may not have been waiting for Godot.

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