Welcome, fellow Neo-Brutalists! We're glad you asked. Please join us for a healthy dose of absurdity and mild entertainment.
Is the meaning of life 42, or is it actually 43? Join the debate, or just stare at the wall.
It's like, the sky is just so... grey. And boring. Is it just me, or is the sky actually just a canvas of despair?
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