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i think there is something under my eyelids that stings when i close them, and imprints tiny holga photographs where i couldn't possibly see them. the indie girls give me dehydrated headaches in powder form and expect me to take them in apple juice and not know the difference. their evil counterparts simply kissed my breath away and stole the larynx from my throat, as if my teeth or state of mind really mattered. the lego avalanche took my cake away! damn legos. and of course the little plastic edges and buttons and seams where someone fucked up in the production line scratched my already scarred skin and i had to make believe the cat from down the street sliced me open. ninja shuriken and pink lemonade coursed across the pavement and swept away any trace of my chalk drawings. i was sad. the novels i wrote didn't help, they didn't bring my doodles back and bob languished a pool of pink lemonade for eons until someone found him and brought him home. his name is february now, but that's okay. i have a dog named bob and he's real, not chalk sketched. that will always be better, so i got over it and stopped anointing my diary with tears each night. the gutters ran with silly ideas and proposals four years early, and the sky decided to cloud over and rain pink cardigans with purple sheep entwined so the ropes became drenched and the staircases rotted and fell away under my feet. shattering candy-canes splintered the soles of everyone's feet- i was the only one who was burnt by boiling wax jumpers. nothing turned on, so we all lived in darkness and cried for the deaths of loved ones that never existed, so asia rebuilt itself and decided to bomb us all. nachos became cherokees and keys became locks to gates that had minds of their own and could tell who to let in and who to kill. edith was telling me about her operation, but i didn't want to listen so i stuffed ping pong balls in my ears and rambled off under an umbrella. their jeans were faded and torn, so i offered to mend them, but she didn't want to go to the treehouse. consequently, my heart stopped beating and my hair fell out and i couldn't stop grinning because only the tree trunks were blue.