I don’t know anything.
Trust is betrayal,
And love is hate,
And death is life,
And true love is false,
And ignorance is bliss,
And friends are enemies,
And people are animals.
Our galaxy is a satellite of someone else’s reality.
Our teddy bears come to life at night and make our nightmares.
Dreams are the remnants of our past lives.
Magic is the only reality, though it does not exist.
Our life is preparation for death,
And our deaths usually come before we learn how to live at all.
Life sucks.
