Strings of bullshit tying itself together to form a nice web of repugnant fact. I piss therefore my existence have its value. a value that never see the light of days again.
In the state of predicament. Such gullible discretion. Lo, they speak. I Scream! reaching for the nearest meaning that still lies within this meaninglessness. Sure does it exist. For i might indeed be the fool of my very own preconceive reality. A big wall made out of brick. *knock knock. Yes, Hello. Indeed, I am after all made of piss.