There’s 7 billion 46 million people on the planet
And most of us have the audacity to think we matter
Hey, you hear the one about the comedian who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
But he keeled over ‘cause he went into battle wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed away?
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck halfway
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who passed?
He didn’t jump off that ledge
He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
Like he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a drum and he’s hitting it on beat
The reason there’s smog in Los Angeles is ‘cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the context of the universe in which we exist
And we could see how small each one of us is
Can anyone recommend some good Danish literature? Sticky doesn't help.
Thanks, in advance
>>7651006
This post is so much more interesting than the garbage op. Read all of Kierkegaard.
>>7650973
Go to sleep, Watsky.
>>7652059
>bumping this shit to front page
>not saging
You fucking newfags piss me off
>>7650973
>think we matter
Not bound by any number. Be it 7 billion or 700 trillion.
>>7652138
Or 5