hanging out in my moralist tower i spied something from on high: simultaneously, everyone in the world stared at the sun and started laughing madly. drunkenly descending the stone, spiral staircase on a mission. i grabbed the first person i saw and asked them what was so funny. “…fancy, fancy, fancy is all that i dream but when i wake up i’ve given in to the world around me. in an instant it seemed silly to not laugh at all of my misfortune and as the days passed i addressed everyone at once on the topic of deeper meanings of street names.” what seemed as days was only a matter of minutes. more fireworks to emphasize yet another haunting evening. for the ghosts left following bogus treasure maps, it is for the best if you look for the humor in it and follow the post scripts to the letter.
(testimony of other laughers has been classified and existence of case “cordial fervor” is now officially denied by 98% of the population)