The End Is Nigh #5

—– street: newfag’s faces draped across every billboard, every display, littering the sidewalk. Was offered retard love and candyass  love… but not Triforce love. Triforce love; like auld video & computer games… they don’t make it anymore.

We thought about Aaron Baar’s story, on way to cemetery. Could all be lies. Could all be part of revenge scheme, planned during his decade in front of nigga’s cocks.

But if true, then what? Puzzling reference to an island. Also to Dr. Manhattan might he be at risk in some way? So many questions. Nevermind. Answers soon. Nothing is insoluble.

Nothing is hopeless. Not while there’s life.

In the cemetery, all the white crosses stood in rows, neat chalk marks on a giant scorecard. Paid last respects quietly, without fuss.

Edward Morgan Blake. Born in —-. Forty-five years a comedian died —-, buried in the rain. Is that what happens to us? A life of conflict with no time for friends… so that when it’s done, only our enemies leave roses.

Violent lives, ending violently. Dollar Bill, The Silhouette, Captain Metropolis… we never die in bed. Not allowed.

Something in our personalities, perhaps? Some animal urge to fight and struggle, making us what we are? Unimportant. We do what we have to do.

Others bury their heads between the swollen teats of indulgence and gratification, piglets squirming beneath a sow for shelter… and the future is bearing down like an express train.

Blake understood. Treated it like a joke, but he understood. He saw the cracks in society, saw the little men in masks trying to hold it together…

He saw the true face of the twentieth & twentyfirst centuries and chose to become a reflection, a parody of it. No one else saw the joke. That’s why he was lonely.

Heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel.

Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain.

Doctor says “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up “.

Man bursts into tears. Says ” But, doctor…

… I am Pagliaci”.

Good joke. Everybody laugh.

Roll on snare drum.

Curtains.

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