• Let's all laugh drunkenly. Because I worry if we try to do it with a straight face someone will withhold their share. Then we'll all be adrift in a sea salted with guilt...
    or aleination...
    or parentetical questionmarks....
    Who would dare untangle such a creature from it's punctual captivity. Not without yet more puctuation to construct into austire smiling faces. Drunk on the comunal waters, one is inclined to let their gaurd down. (look at us pretending we are knights, armored or otherwise) we can show our pasty skins and be reassured in the morning no one will remember what you look like. They'll all be too busy with their headaches. you know this because you've woken with one too.

    It would stike you as funny if your head didn't hurt.
    on the inside you laugh. but it never echos. there are no walls in here.
    It's a signature of freedom.
    Freedom so free it's priceless
    which an economist would tell you is worthless.
    Don't worry- this is not a poem; it is a bad joke. the punch line is that there isn't one.
    I can't hear you laughing- there's no echo
    But that's part of the joke too. Not to worry.