Nothing That Death Couldn’t Cure
Sitcom society of aping monkeys buries its self-created idols departing singing that they still haven’t found what they were looking for. We know our lifestyle is ridiculous with no dignity whatsoever, but we gladly die on that hill because we believe our mythic lore which celebrates that very life as poetic and thus also meaningful. That’s why there is Manzoni’s canned shit, I guess.
One must be crazy,
Irresponsibly blind 2
God taking a dump.