July 8, 200916 yr Punchline in the depths of tragedy i find comedy and i realise life is nothing but a joke for the comedic god who placed us here our lives are black humour a film noire of thrills spills and kills sex lies and internet billions living lifetimes of self impotence seeking recognition redemption resolution but all we are are a reflection of every one else seeking the same seconds of glorious over indulgence dilute with a lifetime of boredom multiplied a billionfold scuttling about like rats in a maze when there is no maze just us we reside on a mere speck in the cosmos wondering if our intelligence is a mistake our existence a cosmic joke told by gods we can no more hear than understand so we strive every forward inventing things that we can produce so we can can consume more that we can feel for-filled an empty cycle of emptiness that eat itself we are Ouroboros we are self sufficient self serving self indulgent self delusional self destructive selfish all we seek is self worth a justification for a lifetime lived that neither had a clock in card or a a clock out no job description not even a job title Mr jonn doe turned up for work Monday fired Friday is there actually a reason please please please let me in on the joke but we aren't part of the "in crowd" we aren't in the know never will be so when someone dies laugh not because they are going to a better place lived a good for-filling life full of happiness doing good deeds no laugh because it would be rude death after all is just a punch line
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