Being an atheist, I never heed notions of supernatural forces interfering with my life. But sometimes, I cannot help but wonder if someone is playing cruel sick joke on me.

Sometimes, my life feels like a scripted act. I cannot help but muse upon the idea that some divine audience is watching the show sitting on plush seats and eating popcorn, at the same time laughing and chuckling at the sardonic comedy that is my life.

Did you laugh when I cried? Did you cry when I laughed?

Have I played my part well? How about a good review? An Oscar or two?

Comedy? Tragedy?

Are you entertained? Are you not?

ARE YOU FUCKING ENTERTAINED?

From the throne of heaven to the belly of hell you can all go fuck yourselves, my dear faithful audience.