Jeez Laz You got nekkid women jumping in the Chattahoochee and act like you have no fun!
I never have any fun. Ever. My entire life.
Pure, daily torment. Nonstop torture. Every excruciating second.
Frankly, it is pointless to exist. The insufferable ennui of the drudgery of simple existence destroys, like a cancer in my heart, the shallow vanity of life.
All that I ever do, all that I ever think, speak, or see: my life, my dreams, my hopes, my fears, my emotions, they all have no meaning, or effect, or hope, whatsoever.
A lifetime of messing things up — no more important than if I had succeeded in all my efforts — both without meaning and without purpose.
The wisps and cobwebs of this temporary reality have falsely proclaimed themselves as real, and in it’s doing, destroyed all they touched.
But you guys have fun.
No no no, seriously, don’t give me another thought. Just go have fun.