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Sometimes it feels like the world is a desolate, insignificant spec of dust in a cold, endless, and indifferent universe and that everyone is completely alone in this abandoned wasteland, doomed to a difficult and painful existence with no discernible purpose that ends in a wretched and violent death that exposes the true meaninglessness of our existence and stands as a lesson to those that we love that they will suffer the same fate. And maybe that's why we have Facebook. And fucking chairs. (Thanks for the tip, Kelly.)
