The Laughing Dead

The funny thing about life is that one day you will be dead. Even then, they will still be laughing at you. It’s not out of malice, it’s just what they do. I mean, I guess it could be out of malice, no one ever really bothered to ask them about it. Have you seen them? Those bloody eyes, all big and watery like at any moment they’re just gonna fill with blood and lunge at you? Fucking creepy, mate.

Could be worse. Death is at least an ending. They’re stuck here. Staring, laughing, like it’s us that don’t get the joke. I heard one of them did manage to off himself proper once. Set himself on fire and dove into a well of gasoline. Guess it’s a way to go. Didn’t see none of them go in after. Could just be sitting there…fermenting or whatever it is crispy things do when they aren’t dying. But then again, stories tend to get around though. People are always talking. Always blathering on about shit that don’t matter, like they’re not going to just keep walking, scrolling, and masturbating through whatever it is you got to tell them. No one can ever shut the hell up.

You ever notice that?

About Tietsu

Someday the words that fill my brain will fill cheap paperback books. Until then, I will collect them here.
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