March 14, 2001

Sometimes you just have to laugh.

And then, of course, you have to let the laugh climb into a cackle; a screeching, fitful howl; a broken sound -- sorrow and rage pouring out of you like muddy, bilious floodwater.  You have to break, crack open, and loose the pain -- the endless, endless pain -- just to vent it from your bruised and damaged soul.

Because, y'know, life sure can be funny sometimes.

 



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