Well.

You made my evening, sir.

Or madam.

I sat down on nothing and continued to not exist.
probably one of the best lines ever spoken.
perhaps this is an alternate fate for Billy Pilgrim?

I agree that there’s something quite Vonnegut-esque about this premise. I want more — but then, I suppose the fact that there isn’t any more is kind of the point.

Mmmm, me likes a paradoxical popsicle.

awesome! I liked the concept..and the confusion created. The repetition of words, something like an oxymoron was something that put me off. But maybe that’s just me.

The last line really made the story for me. The repetition is a little heavy handed, however, I didn’t feel it detracted to much from the story. Well done.

Consistently inconsistent without being overtly comical. Nicely done, especially considering the timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly nature of the subject.