What is the point of anything at all?
You're proving nothing to no one for no purpose at all. All the reasons you think up are nothing but vanishing imagination. Forgettable forever. All that matters is actual matter. It's here as one thing one day and then gone and parts of other things else where the next day. We only tease ourselves that anything we do means anything. This is our great theme park of distractions. Welcome to life as a awkward sack of fleshy glop and bones. All your thoughts existing in an unknown emptiness that swallows them and they are gone in an instant to do nothing at all. Writing this means nothing, does nothing. Spark, spark, spark in my organic head space and gone without a trace.
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