THE MYTH OF SISYPHUS
by Albert Camus
(review by Jhaegar Holdburn)

Isn't this another book? What'd I eat this weekend?

(Typing this from the bathroom)

Now that I think about it, my Bathroom Sojourns seem to mirror my own personal "Myth" you could say. I know that eating anything other than a peanut butter sandwich gives me diarrhea, yet I still continue to eat cuz eating--maybe doesn't give me meaning in life--we're all cosmicsists in here--but gives me something to look forward to--so that if I didn't have diarrhea of the body via food, I'd have diarrhea of the mind via a lack of food. Very Small Hunger vs. Big Hunger is I do so say myself.

I wonder if Steve June has read this book? I wonder if I've read this book? I wonder if "Steve June" is really his real name? Does anyone read these reviews or are they also a Sisyphean task? Isn't everything a Sisyphean task at that point? Isn't (and you're telling me Camus DIDN'T kill himself???) if Steve June would ever kill Maggie July--NO!--Maggie MAY, even though Steve was the one who got baseball-batted she batted her eyes and made it a few more Sisy-sons to the end of the show so it could be argued that she Beat our guy Steve Les' he comes out of the boulderhouse to green her. I wish I was greened.

It is, after all, my ethnic identifier.

Still don't do books