I just released a smell. Yes, the very smell that you find as you are using the toilet. It comes and goes, however. You smell it, breathe it, and live it. Then, after a mere 22 seconds, it is gone. Flush. That very smell is the meaning of life. It comes and goes. When it's gone, can you remember that smell? Surely, stepping into the restroom of a movie theater will intoxicate your lungs with something you will only find in your grandfather's underwear, but, of course, that smell is quite unfamiliar. We only care for what is ours, no matter how hard we lie, but our fart, seems to vaporize in the air. What does this mean? Does my fart have a different master? You are my fart... aren't you? Why can't I smell you anymore? The science behind this should be ignored for what I am going to say. Our farts, yes, the very thing that comes out of our bungholes, are goals. Goals? What the bloody hell are you talking about? In life, we make goals to show ourselves and others that there is a reason to be happy- to live. When we achieve our goal, we smell success, breathe success, and live success. But, for how long? For a mere 22 seconds. Why only 22? Well, the next one needs to come out, doesn't it?
Well then, life moves on as the bunghole sings.
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