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What a cruel joke it is that i am forced out of my dreams every morning and thrust back in to i world i have come to loathe. What is the point of it all? Why are we here? Does it really matter if I know the reasons behind the Baptism of Clovis, or the true meaning of a bunch of shitty poems from 300 years ago? Clearly working for some corporation to make a bunch of greedy fuckers a lot of money is even worse. What else is there to do? Is there a point to anything we are forced to do every fucking day of our lives? Fuck this.. i'm going back to sleep.. much nicer there.