person1: here you go a tiket
mam_ yayy
mam_ i hit the lato
person1_ no fucking way what the fuck you bitch i was supost to get it i gave you the wrong one sorry this is the one
mam_ bitch what the fuck awww hell naw you can kiss my ass runs
homeless man_ can i have some change
the kid frome a typ poler express_ run bitch run
white cop: mam i need you to step out the car
mam: fuck off
white cop: weewoooweeewoooweeewooo
every day life when you go to the stor to by a ticket
life is like dick it wont always be hard
life sucks but hey it wont always be hard
Our short performance on the infinite Stage we call "universe".
Life is beautifully cruel in every way imaginable, like a portrait, because art must exist as we dance and sing through our performances in this uncompetently moral stage. We are both the audience and the performers, blushing as the spotlight touches our masks drowned in the blood of former performers who had reached their final curtain call. Our finale will be an orchestra of silence in a garden of roses. We will perform as we live until we die.
Something you never asked for, yet still got
I will sue my mom for giving me life
The thing we question most out of our existence
"What is life?"
"Nobody knows, man"
"Nobody knows"