Sales Pitch From Personality Suits Inc. - The Quickest and Easiest Way To a Guaranteed New You (Results may vary) By Joe Hakim

Get yourself a new personality suit for each day of the week, an instantaneous freak, just add water and give no quarter in your attempt to appear unique - get involved in the game, nobody wants to act and look the same as each other, so go undercover and wear your life like a raincoat, place your hands around its throat, and choke the last bit of hope from an otherwise remote chance of recognition - stick your keys in the ignition, fire up the engine of identity creation, don't be the same guy you were yesterday, not sure who you will be when you wake up today - use this time as an opportunity to walk around pretending to be someone else - a different self, for example:

someone riding high in the charts; or someone involved in the arts; or someone who likes to break people's hearts, like the protagonist of a shit TV movie I sat through the other night, a load of shite that didn't move me, but got great reviews in the newspapers the following day - these are all just samples from our extensive range, so please excuse the short delay while the template you select takes hold and moulds you into a fictional representation of so called 'real-life', as viewed through the medium of bright lights and big ambitions, send in your submissions and we'll get back to you as soon as we can, and in the meantime you can plan your weekend, when you can dazzle your friends with your new look and ego,

go and blow them away with a disposable new life that will disintegrate the next day, giving you the chance to put on your next personality suit, the absolute surrender of the acute burden of being your own person; the solution to the problem of the instant boredom when faced with the ultimate question: 'Who the fuck do you think you are mate?' Reject the notion of a stable self and integrate all aspects of the human condition, a coalition of everyone who's ever existed and ever will all present in your mind, billions of voices speaking at the same time until they form a chorus - in the twenty-first century commercialised schizophrenia is the only way forward.

Copyright © Joe Hakim 2007

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