All is pointless. Pontius Pilate.
Pancho Villa. Nacho Bell Grande.
There’s no reason for any of
it. We swirl around the galaxy
at incredible speeds, spinning around
the giant yellow sun, barging through
the galaxy like a runaway locomotive.
Meanwhile here we are, standing or sitting
on a tiny plate of earth and possibly concrete.
Above us and around us, air and light. Below us?
Water and soil: Clay. Et cetera. So really, not
to be all philosophical and pedantic, but why
are we here? Is it only to earn money and buy things?
Tyler Durden called…he wants his shtick back. This is all…


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