Egghead: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone

by Bo Burnham

attach a beach to the top of my hourglass.

Life, man. Life is a river. It twists and turns and has fish. Life is hope. Hope is love. So transitively, love is a river, too. Pretty neat, huh?

“Well, man, you know what they say.” No, I don’t. I don’t know what they say. I don’t even know who they are. Who is this they? They seem pretty smug. They seem to think they know shit. Fuck them.

Hey, fireflies! Fly higher, guys! Fly high above this place. Till a sky rise is a wire’s size. Then fly off into space. I catch stupid bugs in jars but you’re not bugs you’re baby stars!

You shouldn’t try so hard to be perfect. Trust me, perfect should try to be you.

Are you terrified, as I am, of nothing? Nothing scares me more than nothing.