I think we should all just stick our heads in ovens.
Such a fuss. Such a rioteous, fucking fuss over something so trivial.
Something so absolutely menial
and you can't quite ever get it right
or figure it out,
but we base our lives off of it.
Answering the big, ever-pressing questions that flatten our heads.
But why are we even here, Kevin? What's behind it all? Why do we exist?
We don't exist. There doesn't need to be a why.
Or how, who, what, when, and all the other question words that follow.
Nothing is known. Nothing needs to be known.
The sooner we figure that out the sooner we can just stick our heads in those ovens and turn on the heat.
Or survive to go outside and scream at the lawn.