Мать твоя шлюха, тупое животное

he lives in front of the computer. he needs the uv light from the screen like a plant needs sunlight. the muscles on his body are long gone they withered away. his fingers only know the soft touch of keyboard keys. he only socializes with others of his kind, filthy basement dwellers whose body haven't felt water in since they were in the darkness of their mother's belly. they have now entered another darkness, only lit up by a small screen which is his only lifesource. no words can describe this tragedy. some, like me have tried, but it will never be enough. he has become a nerd, a living being without a life. and that's that

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