Photocopier Portraits

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Why do people insist on leaving their artistic self-expression around for others to see on the work photocopier? Why don't they just get a government grant?

What's with the continuing obsession with i-Pods?

And how did they find the x-ray setting on the Xerox?

I can't even work out how to get it to sort and staple.

Ciao, Zeitgeisters,
Mr Trivia


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