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I'm a nihilist.
A complete
and perfect
nihilist.
Life has no meaning. No point.
Happiness is a chemical coincidence and nothing else
(still "else" though nothing to begin with).
Value is a vast vault of black,
a black that dictates lack.
Oh, and that accidental rhyme just then meant nothing.
Why are you color-coding things?
WHY?!
What's the point, fascist?
For more, check out my blog.
... was written by Bo Burnham.
Bo Burnham released ... on Tue Oct 01 2013.