I’m having an exhaustingly hyperactive menstrual cycle and all I’m hearing is how the world is a dark, ominous place (like my vagina) from my grandparents’ tv.
Is this real life!? Please yes. I’m already starting to save up.
it frustrates me that i don’t know everything about everything
How am I spending 4/20 on base?
I’m gonna die.
Here are some lines written by students in grades 3rd-6th:
[Writing about a family member’s recent death]
The life of my heart is crimson.
My brother went down
to the river
and put dirt on.
Away went a dull winter wind
that rocked harshly, and bent you said,
[writing about a terminal illness]
I am feeling burdened
and I taste milk……
I mumble, ‘Please,
please run away.’
But it lives where I live.
The owls of midnight hoot like me
shutting the door to nothing.
I have provisions. Binary muffins.
It’s an in/out/in/out kind of universe.
We cannot help you,
this is a universe factory.
A sound of rolling symbols.
Disappearing rocks, screams of lizards.
Sanity must prevail. Save vs. Do Not.
I, the star god,
take bones from the
underworlds of past times
to create mankind.