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I always look in the mirror and try to raise my spirits, but I can't, i suffer for my ex girlfriend haha and I feel that I'm dead inside and that I'm worth nothing I'm disgusting, I only have a friend and he doesn't even care about me, and I do not kill myself because I don't have enough balls to do it besides I'm a bastard and I'm shy, I'm not worth anything.
I ask you, please, if you could cooperate with a small coin seriously, to pay the VIP in Habbo Hotel. Thanks for understanding.
Dr. Pavel, I'm CIA.
Dr. Pavel nods, nervous. CIA Man hands the Driver a briefcase.
DRIVER
He wasn't alone.
CIA Man, confused, spots the Hooded Men. He turns to Dr. Pavel.
CIA MAN
You don't get to bring friends.
DR. PAVEL
They are not my friends.
DRIVER
Don't worry, no charge for them.
CIA MAN
Why would I want them?
DRIVER
They were trying to grab your
prize. (Smiles.) They work for the
mercenary. The masked man.
CIA MAN
Bane?
The Driver nods. CIA Man turns to his Special Forces Men.
CIA MAN
Get 'em on board - I'll call it in.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
- Barry?
- Adam?
- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
Sorry. I'm excited.
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B's.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
If copying means the presencing of the eidos, or outward appearance,
in a place where it does not belong, that disjuncture that constitutes
making a copy is always already an act of montage. Where
there are no essences, how could something like montage not be operative?
But what, then, are the politics of montage today? Montage,
throughout the twentieth century, was seen as an oppositional
or emancipatory avant-garde practice. But isn't it today, to paraphrase
Zitek, a crucial ideological determinant of late capitalism in
its multiple-choice, build-to-suit, do-it-your-way mode?
A word on terminology here. The assemblage of a new artifact from fragments of preexisting objects or forms is one of the key practices of modernist aesthetics, and can be dated back as far as 1869 when Lautreamont proclaimed the beauty of "the chance meeting, on a dissecting table, of a sewing machine and an umbrella:'
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You have been visited by the wall of Trump, copy and paste this to five of your friend's profiles to make America great again
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