I KNOW myy Internal (Imaginary) Hardship manifests as Fury and Sorrow. The Fury itself has Bitterness and Resentment as unruly Components and it doesn't help that I'm TEMPER-Mental and morosely (covetously) Moody as well. My Guy and Legendary Sax-Man Wayne Shorter once described Humor as being SERIOUS. I LOVE that >> "Serious Humor" as he put it. My Gal and Hero Joan Rivers once responded to a Heckler with, "Get over it (asshole) Humor is how we Deal with Pain."
Death has repressed myy ability to Humorfy. It has produced a near paralytic Coma-Osity that itself manifests as lagorious buffoonery. Funny shit just AINT fucking funny because of Death's Proximity.
My apartment Mate Phlip Demers use-ta adminsiter a Hippie Adage of Consolation :: [When things are TOTALLY Fucked uP you GOTTA] "Keep the Faith".
I extend this to ALL my Gentle Readers >> Keep the Faith << .
Rock Steady........Steady as She goes....
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