People who do suck at life, because everybody is always like "People who don't suck at life," as who they would like to meet. Because then those people have nowhere to go except eachother, and then they form groups, and make plans. Then some night at 2 o' clock in the morning your door gets busted down and you are getting systematically massacred by the people who suck at life and were tired of everybody's bullshit. But rest easy everybody, they have a home here, someplace to come to at the end of the day where they won't be forced to take action because they have been cast from a society from which they only wanted love. NAY! They shall be given peace here, and with that the world shall know thier forgivness.