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He wanted to become a musician, but instead he just grows office bedsores on his ass. She wanted to become an actress, but she only learned to simulate an orgasm, and she rolls all her main scenes in the kitchen. And what is the result? A third of life is spent sleeping, a third on eating, shitting, laughing and a third on hating your favorite job. You could do something real, you know?

Your life is a complete lie, porn, everyday life, Internet addiction and cellular and mobile slavery. Well, am I not right? Tell me, have you ever done anything really out of the ordinary? Never. And you can't. Do you know why? Because all of this is outside of your comfort zone. You are packed into it. As in a polypropylene bag. You are pieces of meat, squeezed by the framework of everyday life and work. Or am I wrong? Maybe I'm wrong? Correct me.
For example, can you give your mobile phone to the first person you meet? A? A question to fill in. Can you format the screw on your computer right now? Is it weird? Shit yourself? Do you know why you won't do it? Because it is equivalent to suicide. You don't exist without it.