They told me to pay attention here. Listen to their dark humor. Take it in, ponder, then expel it on anyone other than them. Feel that black comedy overcome any other state of being. An utterance horrifying a life of beauty. And when the gospels ignored me, the humor shoved me forward.
Reels of tape advanced, the edges became more and more crisp until... What? A cliff? No I'm fine, I'll view it and watch the trees extend their arms into the sky. Watch as they hold the clouds to the sky. Well, until they burned. A smirk turned to a muffle to a "ha" to a cackle. My face twists and the laugh can only escape through a snarl.
So I watched it burn. I watched it burn and I peeled that face off. Left myself with nothing. Not a phrase. Not a word. The situation had agitated my humor to such an extent. It was comedy in its purest. Not even a laugh suffices.