Laughter...

A hyenas laughter or a babies cry must have been the last of the echoes I heard while unconscious. What instant interpretation should I make of these distortions? If you are out there, searching, caught up in dull static quality, dynamic quality slipping, rise. Rise and create something meaningful. Rise and move through the picked bones of someone elses attempt at there ideas. Force yourself through the depression of yet another sinister age of survival. Pick them apart....pick all of them apart........let your laughter echo..echo as they direct you on how to put it ....all...back together........

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