Is this a craft? Can I use this to explain my existence to society so that I can survive? Do I have to do
other stuff too? Ok.

I am tired to the bone
little flecks of calcium
crumble off and are too exhausted
to put themselves back on my neck
my back
my knees

Keep in mind that there are three forces at work here. You, me, and this page. Except by the time you read this it's only you and this page. And now the page doesn't matter.

I was having dinner with Cecile. She had given me a book of Calvin and Hobbes cartoons for my birthday. I commented that I found Calvin's father amusing, because when I was a kid, and I had to do something that I didn't want to, my father tell me "it builds character." Cecile said that they had a phrase like that for little girls in France: "You must suffer to be cute."

If I were to write a poem to you to tell you I love you but instead of speaking words only speak sounds that I thought told you that I love you but to your perspective really seemed like some sort of threat almost like what you hear punk rock singers saying because you can't really understand the words but it isn't the words that are important anyway it is the SOUND that I was trying to show you in the first place, but it wasn't the sound that I really intended for you to hear, but you really liked it anyway because you're rather fond of punk rock singers and your favorite group of all time is the CLASH and could we go out for soup or have some pie together after class?

I'm always skeptical about collection plates. I give to them anyway. I guess this makes me "Good".

One time, Martin and I were talking in his office. I asked him if he had gotten bored at work. He mentioned that yes, a while ago there were two years where he really didn't do too much, and was bored most of the time. Somewhat shocked at the idea of two years of boredom, I asked him what he did. "I built a ship inside a bottle," he said, "it was a big ship."

Marty used to have an electronic parrot in his office. When a noise was made near it, it had a small computer chip inside and a speaker which would repeat the sound several times while the bird flapped its wings and rolled its eyes. Martin had made a sign which he hung under the bird: "Meet Donnelly's Newest VP. Talk to her."

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