Suffocating behind steel bars in a cold cell, my images lay stagnant, trapped in the static energy that exists between tragedy and comedy. While life wanes, the final whimpers are heard as veiled tears, or was it muffled laughter? As breath awkwardly leaks into the distance, so does the ability to laugh or cry. Unworthily plummeting into a lethargic coma, one last attempt is made to reach beyond the cell, only to discover what lies beyond the bars is nothing more than a brick wall, snuggled up against the steel cage. Life and hope simultaneously vanish and the bowels release a surge of shit, allowing for a final attempt at a shameful laugh.
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