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What a complete waste of time. How meaningless.

"It's my job."

You see my point? No? Neither do I.

The fifth sentence was such a let down. The fifth was surrounded by such beauty. Truth, almost, in the fourth and sixth sentences.

Much like me. Drudgery surrounded by seething vibrant Life. My life is a job.

The point of my life: meaninglessness. We need more meaninglessness. It feeds our common sense of purposelessness.

Can I fit Kombinat! into my life? You betcha buckaroo. I can smell the profits now. All around me.


As you have just demonstrated Kombinat! fits into your life perfectly. We'll fine tune soon. You just have to vomit more noise. The patterns of Profit will emerge, my son. No go away and be silent no more.

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