Within the Unfunny Joke Lurks The Hilarious Despair


The Angst-Jöken.

It is the joke form which both recognizes and embraces the madness and futility of being. It is the joke where we find that it is precisely by avoiding the joke that we reveal the suffering that is hilarity.

You indeed face the gaping chasm of despair, the total obliteration of meaning. Yet in the horror that underscores your understanding of the very utter blackity emptiness of the universe, you see that the substance of nothingness is but a black chalkboard, upon which you still have a broken piece of wet chalk, to write, screeching:

Behold The Angst-Jöken!

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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Knock, Knock. Knock, Knock. Knock. Knock. :(

Knock. Knock. "Who's there?" The simple question was unanticipated, and oddly chilling. Silence falls heavily, as the knocker loses the heart to face real human contact, and walks off to gather what pleasures he might from the small path through the Arboretum.


 



The Long Dark Night at the Door

"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"I no longer know."
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