Eh?

The never-ending loss of the space to the fumes of another was truly the last straw. I folded around myself, transforming into the paper of a lost new headline, and floated on the breeze, spreading a feeling of discontentment to the masses. I reached over the dead, the living, the dreaming, dug up their memories of the past world and sent them smiling into insanity again. We heard them rage, of so we did, pulling and tearing at the meat of flagpoles. Smiles split, became the shuriken of spite, and ran the world of new life. And down it spins, down and down into the sight of another. Life finds itself in a spial with your life, life within yours, life without yours. Smile, the time was almost done.