As I walk through the K-mart, I look at a plastic piece of junk and wonder if anyone will ever actually buy that. Then I think that one day, not so long ago, it was a persons job to make that plastic piece of junk. I wonder if while that person was manufacturing the item if he or she silently asked his or herself if anyone will ever actually buy this plastic piece of junk. I then feel somewhat connected to that person. Its the circle of life, Simba.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 22:21:50 +0000
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