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"
A disgusting piece of (BLEEP)
You: "hey (me)" Me: "my life is a pit of hell" You: "._. ....Never mind......."
A sexually transmitted disease which is contracted by 100% of people at birth. There is currently no cure, and, sadly, always results in death.
Person 1: Why won't that baby shutup?
Person 2: Man, it's got life! What do you expect?!
If you are looking for a answer for life it’s 42
Guy 1: what is the answer to life. Guy 2: oh you didn’t hear? It is 42