Lesson 5 - Meaningless, pepsi flavored mind games

I could care less about accomplishing some pointless goal of capturing a companion in which I'd be obligated to mold to complement my quirky and meaningless existence. Although I can't help but feel the most primal desire and lust for ones that can empathize with my perspective and even more identify with it. It isn't you, a single person, in which my cravings lie, but in the beast you represent with your crass but curious intellect, always seeking yet thirst never quenched. Do not get conceited, Monsieur Mersault, for it is just as acceptable for life to continue on wearily, paths drifting further apart with each crashing tide along the jagged rocks. Now I'm flying high in the sky, my tongue is numb yet stinging with the lingering taste of pepsi. It's that bittersweet taste that runs down the back of your throat as a pleasant reminder of your fleeting moment of impenetrable euphoria. Oh and the stardust in the horizon is so so sweet like sugar and smooth in its consumption. Live on in this night like this moment will shortly be uselessly in the past.