I can see something on the horizon. What it is I cannot tell. I am moving towards it even though my legs do not move. Where has everyone gone? Have they left me? Looking behind me I seem them all waving It is dark. It is cold. I am scared. I am now alone Walking through the dark I know what I saw. This is tomorrow
Tiny tots tinker away at the sanity of teachers boorish boys beat and belittle believers what still stands is the truly faithful those dedicated to a craft, a passion, a goal, and a love. Be the Believer Be a feminist
What is comedy? Is it the pursuit of giving other people joy? Or is it our own selfish desires to want to feel love and affection We feel lonely without others But some are lonely with others We only care about us and what we want So I ask, What is comedy?