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Thursday, June 30, 2011

i’ve thought a lot about it and there are no mysteries, just comedies that people mistake for tragedies. i listen to what my teachers say and it strikes me that they don’t even believe what they’re saying. i shot a squirrel once but it just looked at me like, get a bigger gun. there’s a storm moving in over the middle school. i clap the erasers, whack whack whack. wouldn’t it be funny if all that chalk dust gave me cancer.