Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself.
Pleasure in the joke comes from savings on inhibition.
That's Freud, or maybe it's Ronnie James Dio. I'm not sure.
Isn't what grips us emotional and intellectual depth charge? What else matters?
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