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AUSTRALIA LANDING. SOPHIE MISSES USA, particularly kim, andrew, matt, rachel, kristin, ben, NOAH, eric, brian, sean, dov etc etcetcgross. call me: 00161402052529Is this getting old? "Amongst the excesses of an economically rationalistic world, where mass promotion and consumerisim threaten to dry out our bangs and leave our skin patchy, it has emerged that the world is in need of three teen models... Fit with lucious big hair and eurotrash looks, these girls preach a gospel worth listening to..."DON'T HATE US BECAUSE WE'RE BEAUITFUL". Yes, yes they are.""Futhermore living in this world filled with terrorists, Aids and poly blend fabrics brings we 3, (the teen models in question) to the conclusion that beauty, hotness and general aesthetic eliteness makes the general public happier, safer and content, which makes us like, you know marytrs bring on the noble peace prize to Sophie B, Sam C and Courtney D muthafuckas!!"(To be read aloud)"And ye, it was decided by some higher being or (drug induced) epiphanic state, that these three...shall we call them, Sheros, were to walk the earth on a mission to eradicate all forms of greed, evil, malice and cheap asian designer rip-offs. With the worlds eyes on them (as well as a light MAC peachykeen shimmer), these three freedom fighters will bring about a new age in the modern world...Like Total Hotness. Using totus formositas (latin for 'totally hot') as their insignia, Sophie B, Courtney D and Sam C are going to make an impact beyond Oprah, beyond Richard Simmonds, beyond Jane Fonda's tummy tuck video...this will be a like totally big deal."(CONTINUE to read aloud SOPH B) So like , we now wanna hand it over to Proust who uses the euphenism of the grape:If in a cluster of grapes there are no two alike, why do you want me to describe this grape by the other, by all the others, why do you want me to make a palatable grape? Our brains are dulled by the incurable mania of wanting to make the unknown known, classifiable. The desire for analysis wins out over the sentiments. (Barrès, Proust.)