“Alas, sunken flowers have arisen. Hope shows it’s friendly glance”

“friendly hope may be, but while you look at it’s elegant smile, keep in mind, hopes the only thing that can destroy thee.”

“I agree with you both, but don’t forget, your hope is just a metaphor, and physical means be the only way to overtake me”

- To exist, what does currently exist, and what has existed.

Dave and Alamor walk in, through the wide door of an abandoned supermarket to check on the new graffiti. The lights of the supermarket are on except for some dark rooms.

Dave: Trying to get Alamor‘s attention “Alamor?”
Alamor: “Yeah”
Dave: “Birth, life, and death right?”
Alamor: “Huh?”
Dave: “All there is for us is birth, life and death right?”
Alamor: “Yeah I guess”
Dave: “Strange world it is, to celebrate our birth once a year, but fear our death far more often.”
Alamor: “Yeah”
Dave: “So much worry going on with life and after-life... I think people should think more on pre-life, that is, unless they believe in reincarnation, and pre-life is just a part of after-life and vise versa.”
Alamor: “...”
Dave: I mean you could say that after-life and pre-life are the same. After you die your nothing really but some rotting flesh, or some ashes, and before your born, well, your basically the same nothing.
Alamor: “So what are you saying?”
Dave: “Well, what happens, are we in some sort of a loop and a segmented part of that loop is were we are alive? Are we in a spiral, spiraling around a timeline, and living only in certain segments on that, maybe ongoing spiral and timeline? Maybe we are on that supposed time line, and we live a regulated or and unregulated amount of times....”
Alamor: “Man, I just woke up, don’t pose these theories on me so early.”
Dave: “Fine, but answer me this, is time infinite, and if so, is the human race?”
Alamor: “You tell me”

Joke Part 1 Ending:

Alamor: “You know Dave?”
Dave: “Yeah?”
Alamor: “You can be proven wrong so easily!”
Dave: “Oh yeah, how so?”

-Enter banana

Alamor: “Take this banana I’ve been eating for example”
Dave: “Yeah, what about it”
Alamor: “Let’s say when it’s ripe it’s alive... So when it’s not ripe it’s npt yet alive, and when it’s too ripe it’s dead”
Dave: “Ok”
Alamor: “So there’s pre-life, ripe, and overripe, and to me, pre-ripe and over-ripe are very different. So, I guess I proved that death and pre-life thing wrong”
Dave: “I guess you could say that, but... I wasn’t coming from a ‘reality’ way of thinking.”
Alamor: “What’s that?”
Dave: “Who you are is what you are. The only truth is physical reality, and none of that other mumbo-jumbo exists”
Alamor: “I see”

Part II

Dave: “So anyway”

Dave and Alamor walk up to a graffiti filled wall

Dave: “This is why I told you to come”

Dave points to a new graffiti:
time your worth it’s , not or it believe but, find to hard be may Truth.

Alamor: “... I don’t understand it”
Dave: “Notice how the T in truth is capitalized? Read it backwards”
Alamor reads out loud: “Truth is hard to find, but believe it or not, it’s worth your time. Huh...”
Dave: “Isn’t it ironic that the graffiti is hidden all this other graffiti... And Besides that it is coded, thus making it hard to find”
Alamor (Displeased and in a joking mood): “Well unlike you, I hardly think that was worth my time, and bringing me down here was a crime, so I’m taking this as a sign, and I’m returning to my house with no more rhyme
Dave: “Yeah, yeah... Very funny, but that doesn’t make that statement and less true”
Alamor (In a more joking mood): “Fine but that doesn‘t justify you, bringing me here and confusing me anew. All your talking is making me feel blue.”
Dave (Almost at a growl): “...”
Alamor: “So, I’m off. To sleep, with me once more, to dream of beauty and much gore, major scary dream galore”
Dave: “Well I hope you can’t stop rhyming even when you wake, then it be your mind, not mine, that’d bake... You mind, the cake.
Alamor: “For Pete’s sake goodbye. And because of that I hope you fry!”
Both in A joking mood.
Dave: “Oh, don’t make me cry”
Alamor: “Now that, you can’t deny”
Dave: “Goodbye!”
Alamor: “Goodbye”