Smile like
Every story is at some point a joke. At the end a lesson learned and mocked or a hollow horror that can only be matched in absurdity by inappropriate and usually misguided chuckling. We retell our days and our years and our pains and our passions and there is, at the end, the same necessary terminal response: laughter.
Life is putting hopes through a pepper mill. Life is making spice out of rock. Life is finding your favorite flavor from a goddamn dead bloom.
Life is answering each call with an uproarious response, because to do otherwise would ironically be madness.
Life is putting hopes through a pepper mill. Life is making spice out of rock. Life is finding your favorite flavor from a goddamn dead bloom.
Life is answering each call with an uproarious response, because to do otherwise would ironically be madness.