When life hands you lemons, tear them open with your bare hands, squeeze them in life's eyes, and steal life's wallet. Run from the cops. Join death's gang. Fall in love with death. Become the assassin to hunt down life. Kill life. Marry death. Get lemons on your wedding day from life. He forgave you for assaulting him all those years ago, and you killed him. I hope you feel happy, jerkwad.
If you killed life how can he be at your wedding? If "life" is dead and death wins as ruler of reality wouldn't you not be able to live since life is dead now? That is like suicide over anger all because life wanted to share some lemons from his lemon tree.
1- The entire thing is supposed to be ridiculous. Please, no. Stop trying to figure anything about that out. You will harm yourself and other people in the process. 2- "You get lemons from life", I never said life gave them to you. He sent them in the mail before he was killed, or some stupid thing like that.
I stand upon the shoulders of my greater self, and as I grow, the nothingness catches me. I can see it, plain as day. Emboldened, I lean forward, and stare at the ground beneath you. The style changes, and suddenly grows, as my world takes on a new hue. I smile at the portal, and it disappears, replaced by images and motions. It has been said, and now is said again.
I feel like that's about a mirror. I can't tell what it says because I'm not a freaking fourth year English major.
