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nine to live

on the job we laugh and laugh and laugh telling jokes about each others’ lives their wives their coffee their food their children who always are a sloppy combination of the three their early childhood their aimless ambitions their fucking fantasies their cars which look more or less the same their troubles which aren’t so … Continue reading

out work the work out

a sad jester realizes that we spilling laughter like blood and staring at them on the sole stage are the fools performing always * what is the point of happiness if not to blunt you into the realization of loss while the rest of the days will bleed boredom from the tampon of unfilled functioning … Continue reading