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Nursery rhymes for nihilists

The itsy bitsy spider Went up the waterspout. Down came the rain and Washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain. And the itsy bitsy spider bitterly repressed the thought That maybe, just maybe, none of this matters. This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy found fulfillment in an otherwise cruel and pitiless universe. This little piggy, after tireless decades of searching, found none. And this little piggy went “Wee, wee, wee,” Cursing the inevitable decay of his corporeal form. Jack and Jill went up the hill…

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