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I put too much thought into this If I wonder Did I dream of being a butterfly Or did the butterfly dream Of being me? Please, shoot me
Put me out of the misery The useless, blathering blabbering That surely is all I would be Let me make you laugh Perhaps cry—if you like it like that. And you can make me laugh But please don’t make me cry I’m delicate you see.
So you see, I’m tired I’m hungry. I’m bored With. Ye
Next Tuesday After TeaNorbert was not what you would call fond of his peers. They were noisy, chaotic and often annoying. He was never anything but pleasant to them, but when possible avoided any interaction with them. It was odd then that he would give up a whole hour of his afternoon, time better spent working, to spend time after school, ‘socializing’. And yet, he was doing just that. Norbert ran over the events in his mind. Marked increase in high school students snapping and killing their classmates. Wall Highschool reacting to the threat by placing all the problem children in one area to socialize and bond, and create an army of gun-wielding geeksNext Tuesday After Tea
Cursed LoveCursed LoveCursed Love
Norbert rested his forehead on his knees and sighed quietly. No one was there to hear him, but Norbert was habitually quiet. His glasses pressed uncomfortably into his skin, but he made no move to remove them. He took deep breaths and allowed the scent of dampness and moss to sooth him. Norbert was sitting in a cave. Mind you, at School this was also known as an abandoned classroom. The architects who had built the library and adjacent school into the cliff face had favored a…organic approach. Perhaps it had been abandoned because the stalactites
Rita
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"I grew up at a time when comedy in this country was superb---it was the Great Depression." -Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
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