Laughter, intelligent laughter.
I feel it tickle my face and swell my stomach. It feels transient, but I know it could last if the vengeful fates only granted it. I smile and look to the skies, and see the stars, and their light crinkles my eyes.
Laughter, lovely laughter.
It's the medicine that the country needs. It's the balm the working class lacks, for the rich have monopolized it. Their lazy laughter is stung by dollar signs. Let it lift the woes away.
Laughter, orgasmic laughter.
Light as a feather, but sunk in premonition. Fearful of the future. I feel happiness at last. Let it last, and last, and last, and last.
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