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posthumous the laughter like a lamb before the slaughter humor contracts all the hard stomach muscles in pulsing the shallow impressions loose of their anchors pushed out and into the air by gusts of breath resurrecting from this depth a clarity, not the slow wit of judgment whose offense is taken severely by those sensitive to an insult thrown around too casually to care about what impact that has upon another even if the friendly gesture, but this always changes between persons as their choices jerk us all through our discretions not always with virtuous ideas intact used to liberate the closed of mind counteracting the positive vibration that has love as a part of opening one’s heart to surpass the unknown effectively… advantage is taken as many opportunities grow from the darkest potential of momentum forcing the extremes to re-calibrate themselves in such a way that requires human as a conduit just as every other one of our fellow creatures channeling this energy native to this state of being, confused as daily we are never able to perceive ourselves in that truly objective cosmic sense unless it is the perceiving and analyzing of other people as they walk by wondering aloud where their travels will lead them, and asserting confidence that there must be a particular source for all this as material traffic with bytes of effluvium wrapping around like intangible dust clouds caught in bright lights of these cities in the dark each revealed as their respective motes of life somewhere in the murkiness of the fishbowl swim… the absurd takes effect ensnaring us by all accounts in a running gag of sorts that we are unaware of from within even as the dead canned laughter tries cueing the socially clueless to what is really going on committing ourselves to playing these games, managing not to lose our shit calmly taking hits from the fallacy of the peanut gallery making our lives shameless focus of the cruel and captive attention locked and trapped by their idealized gritty guilt trip on actions to be dismissed and repressed for the biased betterment of all involved, and mocking truth at every opportunity the struggle of real people who will never have it easily the butt of jokes and teasing that can only seem harmless to attackers from a distance while the repercussions are felt long after laughter has died…