2004-04-16 @ 12:39 a.m.
Topsy-ing and turvy-ing up and down spiral staircases, tripping on each and every step, just to cause a laugh amongst the humorless.
Smiling too much for sake's good, flashing plastic in each cheshire grin for pseudo-courtesy's sake.
Laughing too much for comedic deliverance while making too many undigestible statements where humor withered where it should have been... Cackles echo off the padded walls inside consciousness, but restraint jackets don't serve to hold them back or down or still.
What's been delivered is far from deliverance.
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