1.03.2008

last night is snowed. it snowed a lot of pieces of snow. they dragged down the electrical wires and the pine tree branches and it looked pristine. it looked beautiful. this is why people like maine. i think. then an electrical wire was feeling too heavy and it hugged a tree and made many sparks. this is maybe called an electrical fire and is maybe scary a little bit. i think. i said, "i'm going to die, and you are going to feel bad for not saying goodbye." you said, "okay." first, my father called nine-one-one because this is what people do when people are going to die. the red truck drove by the electrical fire and said "we can't fix this. the electrical company needs to come." i said, "i'm going to die, and you are going to feel bad for not saying goodbye." you said, "okay." i went and snatched my tiger cat. i thought, "if this fire becomes horrid and leaks into the house, i will run out with this cat." he is my prized possession. he is not actually a possession. he is a cat. he goes "growl" like a tiger sometimes. the electrical company came. i don't remember. i fell asleep. i fell asleep with many little bumps because i was experiencing very swollen glands the other day. emily said to rub vick's vaporub all over my swollen neck glands and neck and shoulders because they were sore, a little bit. i think. i did that. apparently i am allergic to menthol. a key ingredient in vick's vaporub. now i have swollen glands and many tiny bumps. it is hard not to think about these tiny bumps. they itch. i think. i think maybe sometimes i have glandular cancer or hyperthyroid or something that makes you anxious and sleepy and glandular-achy. i told you this. i said, "i'm going to die, and you are going to feel bad for not saying goodbye." you said, "okay." this did not make me feel better. it is hard to sleep with these itchy bumps. my tiger cat understands. so does my giant stuffed sheep, and lottie's owl pillow. you are not sympathetic enough to my whining. maybe it is because you do not like me anymore. i used to have pointy hips and you said that was okay. you liked them. but now i have very pointy hips, and it is not as okay. it is because i get anxious and can't eat and get phantom lonely pains from phantom lonely ghosts. i said, i need to go get a delicious milkshake. this will make my stomach a happy place. i said, i am going to die of skinniness, and you will be sad. i said, "i'm going to die, and you are going to feel bad for not saying goodbye." you said, "okay." i said. this is not the right answer. jerk. today the tree that made fire was cut down. now it s a stump. jerk. i said, "i'm going to die, and you are going to feel bad for not saying goodbye." you said, "okay." i think. then you stopped replying.

1 comment:

Deathlike Shadow said...

I like to read your stuff so much but at the same time makes me sad. not sad sad. the probably good kind of sad. if there is. not bad sad

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