Who reads this shit, really.
Have you nothing better to do?
But then, since we are all nothing more than
specs of dust floating through time and space,
what does any of it mean?
I'll tell you: A good fuck.
Yeah. What else is there?
We are conceived by fuck, live for fuck, and eventually, die from fuck.
"How does one die from fuck?" you ask.
Fuck if I know, we just do.