Do you ever have ideas in your head and are never sure where they came from, but pretty sure it filtered into your mind via google but not sure who the credit belongs too, when the idea takes hold?
I was thinking of a business card design and the result it below


Design 303 business card
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FC
"For six months, I couldn't sleep.
With insomnia, nothing is real.
Everything is far away. Everything
is a copy of a copy of a copy."

TS
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life...