Hello there? Are you reading this channel description; or are you really. Are you rather experiencing life vicariously through the overly excited personas you follow on YouTube, eking out a lonely existence of self-gratification until your body dies and your bones become sulfur to feed the soil, and your soul becomes loose energy to feed the dreams of the dying as they pass into the world of eternal night, fumbling aimless in death as in life, lost even to the irony of the complete void of meaning coming directly after a fruitless lifelong search for that same meaning?

Is death the end? Is my rear the end? Are we already long-dead as we watch the constipated screams of a nubile PooPiPie as he runs from his impending mind-death, vomiting up the unwanted sounds of a thousand never-existed children? Is there a 7th chest in the Vault of Glass? Will Luke Smith ever get what's coming to him?

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide; no escape from MEEEEEEMES!