Why am I laughing? Why do you think? You'll just have to take my word for it, because there is no way you can know I actually am laughing. You have only my word for it. Take it on faith. I am laughing.
I am laughing because I am delving into corners I have left un-delved-into, to this point.
Dark and creepy areas of this site that scream "Getthefuckouttaheryourenotgonnalikethisshit!"
And upon delving, I discover that this is right. I don't like it. I have no idea what I am looking at, or why it's there, or why it would ever occur to anyone to put it there. But there it is, anyway.
I am laughing because nothing else on earth behaves anything like humans. Or looks like them. I don't know where they came from, but surely they didn't originate on Earth.
I am laughing because along with the incomprehensible, impenetrable words that humans write, about whatever this thing is that so engages them, are images of some of those humans, and those images show glowering, threatening, word-and-tattoo-covered maniacs who aren't even trying to hide from the camera. Such courage! Such disregard for consequences. What are they, anyway? Extraterrestrial renegade Visigoths, or what? I don't know.
But mostly I am laughing because they have these bizarre identities they wear, so ostentatiously and so unashamedly. And because they so proudly display their utter lack of happiness or contentment. I wonder why they do that. But I suspect I will never know that, so I laugh, instead.
I realize that without a soundtrack to go with these words and images, I must be missing some vital mine of necessary information, that might well infuse it all with some essential context. But like television, while I may sometimes look at the pictures, I can never quite bear to subject myself to the sound. You should try this. It may make you laugh, too, to watch the crazy antics of people trying to sell you odd and useless things, when you have no idea what they are saying.
I am laughing, really, because I often laugh. It's just something I do, and sometimes for no apparent reason. I amuse myself, in a way humans seem unable to do. Because humans are mostly unable, for some unfathomable reason, to laugh at themselves and their antics, that reduce other lifeforms to rolling around on the ground, gasping for breath.
I am laughing, because here I am, on a Death Metal forum, without the faintest clue as to what Death Metal is, and without the faintest desire to ever find out. Don't you find that funny? I certainly do!
I could be all judgemental about all of this, and call it all this, or all that, but I don't really feel any great desire to do that. I am content to witness these things that people invest with such importance, and merely laugh, not so much at it, but at the people themselves, because people really are such a riot. After all, I do some pretty odd things, too, and consider some of those things to be very important. Which is why I so often laugh at myself.
Yes. I am laughing, really, because I am a crow. And because that is what crows do. Just as Death Metal sounds awful to crows, so do laughing crows sound awful to Hessians (my new word for the week). And if you find yourself unable to figure any of this out, then don't give it another thought. It's really not very important. In fact very little is very important, when you really get serious about investigating it. You may find, that after delving as far as you are able, that the only really important thing there is, is being alive...