You are short, fat, and pudgy with breasts composed of 99% fats, and you click away with your mouse, dropping your IP from one site to another, following links and clicks and buttons that interconnect all websites in the internet.

You are in your room, in a house made of cardboard and newspaper, in a city called Uzbekistan, in a planet called the Earth, in a band of revolving stars called the Solar System, in a whirling disc of bands of stars with an invisible superblackhole that's not even black in the center. Apparently you call it the Milky Way, because there the stars are so bright and white they look like a cesspool of milk and marshmallows and sprinklies swirling but not flushing down the toilet. Then there are bottles of half-filled milk floating between the empty spaces which aren't actually empty. There there are cows with jingling bells on their necks floating and mooing around the stars which are green because they are made of grass, of weed, of manila hemp otherwise known as cannabis. Then there's the neighboring galaxy Andromeda, floating in absolute space without absolute direction, because space is eleven-dimensional, and it exists in just four. Moving away further, there are billions of galaxies, composed of different Ways--the Caffeiney Way, the Chocolatey Way, the Alcoholy Way, the Cokey Way, so forth, each having superblackholes in the center pulling them stars and planets and other galactical shitorbs into one supergravitating plate of stardust. The galaxies move away from each other in the speed of light, away from the center of the universe which in itself consist a supermegafarting whitehole shitting new galaxies to existence. You move farther away and you see a bubble of a universe then you go, "WTF? The universe is a bloody bleeding poppable bubble??" A tiny floating bubble with iridescent colors reflecting the wavy streaks of a rainbow, with billions and billions and billions of multiplying galaxies inside. One step further back, you see more bubbles rubbing against each other, millions of them, then you move back, seeing more, and further away, you see an ocean of bubbles, infinite bubbles, making up a hyperuniverse with infinite microscopic universes each composed of galaxies which are composed of stars and planets and planetoids and blackholes which are composed of different lifeforms unimaginable to you.

You blink at the enormity of it all in an insignificant microsecond, and mutter, "Fuck." After three seconds you say, "What is the meaning of life?" Then you make an exit, stage left, clicking a link from the opened website. You blink to oblivion and move on with your superficial existence.

Because I have nothing to write. I'm downloading Bubble (genre: psychedelic, progressive, down-tempo) at the moment. So perhaps that's where it came from. (Edit: Bubble sucks by the way.)

I am an atheist and I don't believe in "God" so stop fucking sending me religious quotes already! This goes out to all y'all (all you all, how supererogatory.XP) especially to my mom.

Eto, joke joke: Pinaglihi ka ba sa keyboard? Kasi type kita. Muhawhawhawhaw da punchline.XD

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