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an exceptionally average amalgamation of what inadvertently has grown to become mostly cat pictures, deeply cynical sound-bites, an old building or two, and the occasional photo of Donald Glover. All of this is a result of extreme procrastination from work AND sleep, and an inordinately large inferiority complex.
June 7th, 1942: Edward Hopper completes his best known painting, the seminal Nighthawks. When asked by a Chicago Tribute reporter about the philosophical meaning behind the diner having no clearly visible exits Hopper responded, “Shit. Fuck. I did it again. Goddamnit. Fuck. Not again. I did it again. Shit.” and slammed his hat on his leg.