There once was this girl, this girl, this girl. Who is this girl, who is she, who is she, who is she? No one knows her, no one sees her, and no one likes her. She’s always alone, forever always alone. She has nothing; she is nothing, what is nothing? Life Death, Life Death. They go hand in hand. You can’t have life without Death. Its coming, its coming, its coming. Before she arrives? Do what you want to do, whatever the fuck you want to do. Only worry about you? Isolation? Happy? Sad? Grieve? Frustration? Envy? Power?


BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!