Laughter is contagious. Infectious. And the uncontainable kind, the peelt little
kid, uncontrollable freak of nature riotous, please stop tickling me, no
really, no freakin stop, type of laughter is druglike.
I wish
laughter was like the black plague. Contaminating everything in its
hurricanesque pathway. Like a yawn but more contagious. With no
anti-dote. No cure. Hilarity ensuing epidemics upon thirdworld minds.
Tasting like cotton candy. Ravashing and devouring us whole.
I
wish laughter was poison. The poisons used for chemical warfare. And we
drop bombs on humanity. Leaving civilizations in ruins. Smog snorts
roaring shreeks of merriment and gratification rising from the ruins.
The soddom and gommorrah of now. An ancient reverly. Boasting gestures
wreeking havoc upon the masses. In a hailstorm of chesire cat sh*t
eating grins and an afta math of sideaching carnage.
I wish laughter was cancerous. Consuming our bodies. Infecting us. Simply taking over. Polluting us from cell to cell.
I wish laughter was corruption. Spread rampant amongst those in power.
I wish laughter was suicide. Forcing us to feel so meek.
