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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