Whoobub

Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.	The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart	She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.	She always was devious in her beauty
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.	For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.