maniacal conversation
stemmed in the roots of madness;
we are the flowers, anxiously budding, awaiting to be pummeled by the rain.
it’s that feeling of hitting your funny bone. there’s nothing actually funny about it, except that its immediate feeling is a mixture of the bone vibrating in place and the nerves being knocked into a tingly sleep. although, i suppose neither of those are all too funny. 
i feel like you’re supposed to laugh when you hit your funny bone. follow the smack to your elbow with a mask of laughter to cover up the short dose of pain. pain that is brief, momentary and rarely leaves a trace in the form of a bruise or scrape. i think that at some point recently, i stopped laughing at such things

it’s that feeling of hitting your funny bone. there’s nothing actually funny about it, except that its immediate feeling is a mixture of the bone vibrating in place and the nerves being knocked into a tingly sleep. although, i suppose neither of those are all too funny. 

i feel like you’re supposed to laugh when you hit your funny bone. follow the smack to your elbow with a mask of laughter to cover up the short dose of pain. pain that is brief, momentary and rarely leaves a trace in the form of a bruise or scrape. 

i think that at some point recently, i stopped laughing at such things

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