Prolixing life away

...I think the purpose of life is to find a purpose.  Consider that pointless rhetoric but in truth we are born confused and confide in moments where we piece things together but in the end, what we fear the most is to not conform with the general conventions in this world, which lay a limited and exhaustive list of accepted paths one must take to be deemed to have had a purposeful or meaningful life.

Now here are some pictures.

Once opened, your heart will just be picked out by vultures, their friends, family and pets who decide to run away or get run over, thus ruining your childhood.  Pets suck.  Your life is a box of chocolates. 


































You can't see it, but it's there.  Like a stalker.  Come to think of it, celebrities aren't as lucky as we might think - their stalkers just suck and get caught in the act.  I'd like to think that I have a really, really good stalker.  You've probably noticed the existence (or -non?) of air before.

You intimidate me, but almost certainly no one or anything else.  You are flowers.

  Even if I have never met you before, and know absolutely nothing about your life, I probably know one thing - your best friend is a box.  Or a rectangle.  And as time goes by, it's only socially acceptable if your friend is alarmingly anorexic.  Your friend essentially raised you without any physical contact.  Your friend is a television.

 
Your purpose in life is to stifle.  Even when your ideals coincide with ours, we sense an ulterior motive and move on to something else.  You've won already.  Parents, come forward.

 
Don't let the smiles fool you, or the fancy suits, they're both manufactured and designed to do just that.  I hate you.  You hate it.  You are death personified; the quicker and less agonising is most desirable.  Death provides freedom.  You give us currency to enjoy 48 hours of freedom for every 120 of torture.  This is work, and nobody is your friend.

The fruit of persisting with that abhorred associate.  No expiration date but as time goes by we need more of it.  Not only that but we sometimes get the urge to kill for an extra slice of kiwi fruit.  The best tasting fruits are the ones which take the most effort to prepare for hearty consumption. It's money that I crave.  Slavery still exists.