And whenever I think of writing it up I'm torn; torn like birthday cake and buttons. I doubt you're half as composed as you don't wanna pretend.  But it's okay like breathing is okay, like writing is.  If you want to be angry and dazed but not enough to think twice when you peel a mirror out the envelope or the brick or the sweating man --- think Star wars. I don't mean any specific scene just, you know, think about the movie.  When I talk to people at class, it is contrived as anything.  I am so gullible as to fall for tricks and all the backwards cheer of people I look down at.  Not that I snob when i can help it but It's hard to think when you're being took for cardboard. And yes, there is relief in that. And no, the ants don't have names.

And the man with the stove in the van with the charts and the meetings isn't helping anyone, and especiallys when he goes down with two hands on " help is a four letter word "

I just know I'm too tired to figure it all out.  And for the one that can stomach to kill chooks and fishguts and marmalade, Go ahead but don't expect a challenge.  Or a police file.