Laughter is like the whimsical parody of tears-

broken

limbs, then wounded eyes and maniacal giggling. It is

the poetry of prose. Gentle waves lapping up the

sands of satire and sophisticated comedy.

Then

the waves are more rapid, greedily hungry,

dizzyingly

speedy, breathtakingly –stopstopstop-

addictive.

The sand is gone.

The ocean is bottomless and

falling freely.

All is quiet.

Behold

the art of falling punches, bleeding noses,

artificial smiles.

(We're all screwed up.)