Sarcasm – the Best Cure for the Common Cold Ben Norton
An interminable destiny, of suffering, death, pain… all those infamous topics—the most popular; the most desired. A hereditary disease.
It always is. Always.
And so, I tie my shoes; I stand up big and tall; I smile to the crowd in front of me, wearing those saccharine smirks of imaginary bliss, They always are. recording every action, extirpating all humanity, analyzing each movement, counting every breath, hunting for solely holes. Always.
And, when the thread becomes weak —when those precarious threads can no longer form a quilt of illusion— the seams tear; the edges buckle; the hole rotten structure collapses in on itself. And the world becomes a better place. And, “The world becomes a better place.”
Because of it?