found a sad poem about nothing
and 'nothing' is fun
buying snacks for your roommates,
your fascinations come out one by one
realizing that everyone's a geek
when you're feeling geek too
time is limited
and grading a subjective thing is hard
but with your friends
anything is possible
like a personal photo album made public
you can view it in your dungeon house
not overchecking is nice
but it's also nice
when the computer always has new things to say
like "Hello, there"
"WElcome to create n paint"
your cacti don't care about water
people can have selfish manifestations
no matter how flawed everyone is
but so many weirdos together
can make feel normal
and not single
we are all dying and dead
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