He said he was a collector. I wanted to ask if he collected bones, because actually my bones needed some new minerals, a new kind of magic inside. But I knew he wouldn't take the joke, so I replied that I was a creator. The dialogue ended with a never-ending loop of beginnings and ends, amidst a magical sky, shades of blue, and dark trees. Laughter echoed from people passing by on bicycles. I sat in the darkest corner of the garden, the silence of night enveloping me. I no longer recognized humans from non-humans, nor did I carry any more hope. Life is too short to give another person another chance or hope.
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Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith7 days ago in Humor
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Well written