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of course i am LYING because i am not going. my face will be wiped clean from the surface of the warm earth so that i am not in the high-school dictionary. i rest in empty classrooms and have meaningful conversations with the airconditioner while everyone is outside co-mingling with icecreams in their faces and the sunshine on their backs. they exist in photographs and sometimes a rotten portion of my brain says "AND THAT IS THE EXTENT OF IT." it is one of these "senior class picture" times when the children are on the front lawns glistening like soon-to-be slaughtered pigs for a camera. i am listening to the airconditioner discuss laws of physics and begin thinking that there are lots of children in the yearbook that probably do not exist in real life. they are fabricated by hunch-ed janitors and administrators weary of disciplining disenchanted highschool idealists and make their own children. they name these fabrications "amanda" and "tyler." they give them tuxedos and mustaches to enhance the splendor of the all-american gameshow smile feeding on the muscles in their tense faces. i do not know how the photographs are taken but they are and rest in neat rows for 900 pages. that is why you ask yourself why you have never seen any of these people in your life. that is why you are puzzled when you have been handed a magnifying glass to use efficiently for four years and they are all a mystery. they do not EXIST! it is true and will be written in a TEXT-book some day. the airconditioner stops making noises and "lauren" "tim" and "humanities teacher" give me three funny looks. they are in the room for the same reason but i do not think they know it. no, "humanities teacher" is there so we do not eat his sack lunch. the other two are there to give me funny looks. i am there to befriend the airconditioner. that is the end of this.
by The JavaScript Source
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