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Jacob

There are many things that make dead bodies preferable to live ones:

  1. They don't have facial expressions, so there's no worry about mistaking a smile for a smirk, or any of that nonsense.
  2. They don't get bored if you're hogging the conversation.
  3. They don't care if you stand too close of too far away.
  4. They don't talk about you when you leave the room, or tell their friends how annoying you are.

P.S. In my case, machinery.

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If I know I feel it, that's what counts.

Don't you ever look at someone who's hysterical in public and wonder if it's because they really feel miserable or because they want others to know they're miserable? It kinda dilutes the emotion if you display it for the whole world to see.

- Jacob Hunt

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