We have documentation that after burying his corpse the man
under his duties as executor went to his home to dismantle his life completely. Everything that the man
cherished or even recognized as his own was smashed to bits. A display was than constructed. All the things
the man was afraid of most deathly were cruelly put on display with bright and
attractive illumination. Statues were then sculpted and displayed there as well,
depicting the man at his most shameful, embarrassing moments. Other elaborate statues portrayed the man in all the ways he was not but wished so much he could be. Seeking
lunch, the funeral-goers happened upon the man's house and heard the cheerful
and busy construction noise. Walking in and noticing the display, they broke out
in an uproar of hearty laughter as they came to see how the man was just so ridiculously full of naught. The display lighting was rigged
for show. One item after another took the spotlight in turn. With each new revealed item,
the crowd's laughter grew more uproarious. Getting no more than a third through
the display, the attendees had been laughing so hard and for so long that they were lacking
for air. The spotlight, being mechanical, ceased not its show, and the crowd soon
self-suffocated, dying, prematurely, but willingly so, for this was their most joyous
moment. These documents have been certified by our highest courts of law.
We and
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________ _______ Let's be perfectly Dada --- You mean Fouist?
admitting our songs wereshit our worse the shite of seven
generations however ...
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