My mind is a perfect recycling bin
Every piece of diamont and trash gets repeated in the spead of a washing machine
Since I give most attention to the funny stuff, my laughter is an even greater echo chamber, those things grow
While others slowly shrink over time
They have been asking me:
"How is it possible that you are always laughing and smiling? It's crazy!"
I'm telling you one day, years ago, something mildly funny happened
It was not even worth a sound
Yet the next days of my life I re-experienced
Again and again
You must understand how something so funny simply out of great simple unfunniness must grow like a snowball rolling down
I'm inside a snowball and my laughs are growing loud
So I tell you there is no reasoning behind it and that's what makes it so funny