Humans are born to live. From the moment you are thrown in to the universe, you breath, eat, drink, procreate. It is what we do as living organisms. But why would one procreate, let alone find a reason to stay alive, without something to stay alive for? Humans don't stay alive for the sake of survival, but rather for the sake of things that bring purpose; Religion, art, music, love. In an endless oblivion of darkness and space, humans are the only species primitive enough to care. You must do what you love. The best things in life will always end in conflict. That is why humans are primitive.

GPU: an italian sculpting team that disagrees about everything
CPU: 12 midgets connecting cables in real time
Mouse: don't have one — I send coordinates where I need the cursor
Memory: a 16-year old failing student
Motherboard: a piece of deteriorating wood
RAM: I'll download more if I need it
Power Supply: body heat
Ventilation system: I just kinda let it melt
Thermal Paste: thick greasy milkshake-tears of fat children
Headset: a 90's telephone
Monitor: a movie theater inconceivably far away

Fabian
-Sexuelle Vorlieben? Kinder
-Die Pizzabrötchen rotieren in der Einfahrt
-Ich glaub ich hab die Kleinfamilie enthauptet
-Leukemie war Babaleben
-Du siehst aus wie ein Bügeleisen
-Erik muss jetzt Scrabble spielen mit nur einem Buchstaben, und wenn er verliert bekommt er auf die Fresse.