"Ta daa!" by L, markers on old alphabet paper

We live on a razor thin line, my friends. Life is not all that different from a magician's bag of tricks. In L's latest uproarious effort, the master of sledgehammer subtlety strikes again. In this life, we're either faking it or we're dead. There is no in between. You're getting sawed in half but still wiggling your toes for the giddy crowd or you're catatonic in a pine box. Which one is it? L pulls another rabbit out of her hat. Sublime.