Think of a pleasantly viewed sweet smelling flower called the Venus Fly Trap.
Or instead, picture a girl running screaming lickitysplit, while behind her a pre-dead mummified body, entirely bound in tape, one arm taped helplessly to his body, one taped leg dragging uselessly behind him, is almost about to catch her, but never does?
How soon unfamiliar fun and fresh new excitement can turn into a serious, very severe story with unanticipated endings?
Dreams of the Thrill Seekers!
The question is what do I do with comedy? Can I laugh at myself? Peace may be good for eternity but not all comedy is idle when I've had a good laugh at myself. We learn more from failure than success, they say. Looks to me like a task for a look-see in Ecclesiastes.
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