No laughing matter There is no joke unless life here on earth is a joke our death a joke and the sufferings you bring to the world god help you reproduce it is not a laughing matter There is no hope unless hope is in time and we have died many times already the past a joke the future a joke and the present so hard to bear being looked at never mind being laughed at is not a joke There is no game unless the breaking in two of a heart the smashing of families the crockery the least casualty the shock I will always carry with me is cancelled in time There is no point but to ride out our dwindling days bearing vast humiliation and show some empathetic sympathy where you are shown none although you grown faint and fainter each minute is an hour stretched out like days from a childhood some recalled some blotted out but how they’d stretch on forever without feeling them peter out
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