I often find myself desperately searching for the definition of life. What the hell I am looking at through stereovision and black frames. Its hard to believe I was once microscopic, once ceased to exist, and eventually will not exist. It's hard to come to terms with the fact that unless I do something paramount, make a dent in the universe, I will be forgotten. Would it matter if I heard the click of a …showed first 75 words of 465 total…

…showed last 75 words of 465 total…so-called security get you? A nice car. So, what do I have to say about the statement "Life is Funny"? I don't know because I'm not done with it. Until then, life is blank and unexplainable. An unpainted canvas that will be burned once filled. But, it's my most sincere hope that maybe, just maybe, some of my burning paint will drip from the canvas etch itself into the universe or something to that extent.