I think I'll start a self-help group for extremely pretentious people. We'll watch episodes of Red Dwarf and Benny Hill and totally fail to find any deeper cultural significance in them. Help.
The good news is that symptoms should abate with age, as brain cells extingush in nihilistic ecstasy. Bastards. I wasn't done with them.
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Rantings of a man bent on writing a novel no matter who gets hurt in the process.
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