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my favorite pass time when i'm saturated in my loneliness and the hands of the clock tick, tick on by and i've exhausted my google searches and facebook stalks is to open an anonymous text chat website and inquire into the hearts of faces I have never (and will never) see: *what do you think the meaning of life is?* I paste into every chat, delivered to their screens in less than seconds. you can have the most intriguing eye opening enlightening conversations with strangers. because i get atheists, and nonbelievers, and pessimists, and perverts, and not one person answers the same. and it's beautiful; no life could possibly hold the same meaning.
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
The Infinite Meaning of Lives
my favorite pass time when i'm saturated in my loneliness and the hands of the clock tick, tick on by and i've exhausted my google searches and facebook stalks is to open an anonymous text chat website and inquire into the hearts of faces I have never (and will never) see: *what do you think the meaning of life is?* I paste into every chat, delivered to their screens in less than seconds. you can have the most intriguing eye opening enlightening conversations with strangers. because i get atheists, and nonbelievers, and pessimists, and perverts, and not one person answers the same. and it's beautiful; no life could possibly hold the same meaning.
lilah-raethe
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
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