I don't own God

Every now and then something strikes me as hilarious and I am apt to bellow in laughter. Wolves howl and sometimes others howl back. I am willing to accept the fact no human would ever reply since my reverie is demed private by the comforting closeness of the walls which surround us all. I ocassionally overhear domestic discord and the foriegn intrusion of my neighbor's musical tastes. I'm sure they hear my laughter. Why don't I ever hear anyone else laughing? If I'm in hell and I don't know it, I supose I've just arrived. In another 500 years maybe I'll overhear someone else laughing and try and catch my guts as they erupt from the hole of my constipated acid indigestion.

Until then I'll go on laughting as loud as I can.