sartre cookbook

pba and torless, this is for you: jean-paul sartre's cookbook, via interconnected links:

I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of a cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones.
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