When You Are Dead, It

[...] I've Come To The Conclusion That The Artist Can Not Justify Life Or Come Up With A Cogent Reason As To Why Life Is Meaningful, But The Artist Can Provide You With A Cold Glass Of Water On A Hot Day.

The Food Here Is Terrible, And The Portions Are Too Small.

The Good Sleep Better, But The Bad Seem To Enjoy The Waking Hours Much More.

How The Hell Do I Know Why There Were Nazis? I Don't Know How The Can-opener Works.

I Don't Inhale Because It Gives You Cancer, But I Look So Incredibly Handsome With A Cigarette That I Can't Not Hold One.