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today was "formal-friday" and i should have worn my blazer with the "bruiser" mustache to force everyone into submission. it would have been like a trix commercial except MY game wouldn't be destroyed by my ears sproinging my hat-disguise off. (hint: it would be foiled when someone looked at a calander and realized that TODAY IS NOT FRIDAY OH NO AM I RUINED.) in any case, it has been a rotten week. it is really not quite so, but i stopped being "FRANK" in here a long time ago. "frank" is another word for "open-hearted". ANYWHEY, here i will be an american and say, thank goodness for the WEEKEND. the weekend is the end to all rotten things and the weekend will be an enormous glorious day. the weekend will set my idly in front of the television because it is captivating and shining in my eyes in the morning when i am eating corn cereal and the milk is warm and has white flecks in it; and because it makes my sister laugh like tiny golden bells. also, you do not have to do anything because the television does everything for you. what a beautiful machine. i hope the weekend is not rotten. i hope the rest of the world is not rotten. i am sometimes rotten at the world, but for no real reason. it's not like the world WEDGIED me in third grade behind the gym lockers. that is what the morning does. tangent: morning is a huge, scary man who often says this to me, in a high-school football coach manner (he often wears a "wind-suit"): "you must get up before you have total control over your limbs or mind and mould, with the assistence of the aformentioned ineffective appendages, yourself into existence." and then it will say this: "you are an INFANT doled like WHIPPED CREAM onto my breakfast, but not even the REAL whipped cream; you're the LITE-WHIP kind that people stick their thumbs in when they have dirt under their fingernails they can't get up. now quit your snuffling and "SHOW THE WORLD WHO YOU ARE." but it does not CARE who i am. the world thinks i am a discalced carmelite nun of eldridge carmel when they see my name written at the top of my i.d. tag, because who names their kid "JO KATHERINE". morning is like giving birth to yourself. side note--> so i sit around a lot, and THIS morning a fat brown bird landed in some meadow i was peering at and started pecking around. its name was MATTHEW and he wandered across the earth gathering dew on his back. i am jealous of this bird. it is a long time and i am sleepy.
by The JavaScript Source
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