Life is the joke no one has
the strength to laugh at.
Yet we still poke at it...
rub it...curse it...tease it
...abuse...bully...kick
...tear at it...and rip it to
pieces...
Until it bursts open and the
Seeping Ooze swallows Us
whole...
...leaving no trace or memory.
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Author:
Michael A. McGuire (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2026 06:02
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Comments2
Well said my friend there are some things you just shouldn't mess with.
Michael, I was laughing until I realized we might actually be the punchline! 🤣 And knowing humanity, we'd probably argue over who gets the last word while everything collapses around us. Hell of a thought to leave me with, my friend. Great write! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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