Flushing a toilet full of **** is not unlike living and dying. As the **** spirals into the sewage pipes that sprawl like so many veins underneath the city that all lead to the sea where they join the **** of others, so do our bodies after they are interred and decompose, only to be consumed and shat out by the flora and fauna of the Earth, binding to all that is, ever was, and ever will be. For when our planet is pulverized and our myriad guts scattered across the galaxy, we will all be married in ******, celestial totality.
Life is ****.