in for an endoscopy for them to look all around

prom masques. i maded them with my own two hands.

maybe next year i can milk a few more points out, my uncle’s willing to pay for a second test.

care for people.

there won’t be an america if the stupid teachers teach me screwed up thoughts.

like…

equality.

that i could care more about americans than every other kind of people. i’m sure all other kinds of people are inferior, they absolutely must be. they weren’t born in america.

wish i could distrust all other nationalities.  because, oh, yeah, they want to KILL US that would be ace, too.

isn’t prejudice great?

yes, mother! strangely enough, in the SEVENTEEN years of my life before this day, I have learned and employed that strange technique known as daily hygeine!

 miracle of miracles!

you needn’t tell me every time I grab something to eat to wash my hands!

and you needn’t call me a liar when I say I have!

dare I say it that it is not necessary to start screaming at me and swearing at me?

no, that would just be foolishness.

last wedsnesday.

it took them an hour to eat the whole thing

and then they had indigestion

so we have the moon back.

except for yesterday. yesterday the moon was on hiatus. trauma counseling.

i like mccarthy because his writing is so bloody pretty. but he writes so fluidly, without capitalization save at sentence start and without punctuation save periods, that i read him too quickly and miss the meat. i read fast. i read mccarthy at speeds clark kent would envy.

so i turned the book upside down.

the ending was bad.

don’t feel like it.

s. e. v. e. n. t. e. e. n.

 on the seventeenth.

 happens once in a lifetime.

insignificant.