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to a time elsewhere on purpose
it's here we can entertain ourselves
rather than diagnose ourselves
I am everyone
and magic is more entertaining than repetitious drudgery.

Each new moment built upon an oubliette
belonging to the past
echoes faintness in a whisper
This deafening outcry from a hurricane of stillness
reaches out like E.T.
when you have a booboo.

humor's depth is the caterpillar's smile
when he flies away as a butterfly
and is eaten by a bird
only to be pooped out
on your windshield
when you discover, too late
that you're out of washer fluid
and have successfully taken a joke
too far