sometimes, I see things in life, but they are not there, then I look deeper, but not deep enough
so, as with life as with Lifesavers candy, things are sweet but sour and and yet refreshing while being dark and sour while being everything and nothing it could be.
Sometimes, that cat is both alive and dead while at the same time I am fat, yet thin, thinking deeply about the nonesense of intelligence and ubiquiti of quantative personal reflection, I feel that feeling gives me the feels of feeling, yet lacking the sedimentarianism of the emptiness from taking a big dump wherein the existentialism of reality wholely fulfills the perceived emptiness of not existing.
Yet, with this, I think there must be gold in Nebraska, and perhaps a greater being controlling us all, like a giant crane machine in the night, dropping prizes down the chute of life, allowing some to become while others bego.
I stink, therefore, I am.
You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here. And weather you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind your back.