Who cares if you like it better voyeurizing the last of you having existential issues (while stuffing yourself with double doubles) than try to understand why you’ve come to do so?
Just want you to know that (take a breath, another long sentence coming) in case you ever changed your craving-for-apocalypse minds and decided you could use them to experiment looking at things the way genuine wannabe human beings should, reading Homo juchremanensis* might be of some help.
