2004-11-07 - 7:50 p.m.
The Flood and Fire Fight.
Dear -------,
I'm trying hard to sound like you. I'm also trying to picture myself in situations resembling yours and working it out so I could be your hero, instead of you always having to save yourself. I'll catch myself writing something wondering 'now, is that what ------- would have said?' It seems so simple for you, everything is either black or white and always moving. Incidentally, I will be sixteen soon. I've never been kissed. Your friend, ----.
"Are you okay?"
"No. I'm sick."
"You don't look sick to me."
"Well, I'm definately coming down with something."
Dear President Bush,
You dirty Republicans are contaminating my skin. I'm sure the young republican who sits next to me in the morning will Patriot Act me by the time this year is through. If you decide to reinstate the draft please exclude --- ------ of --- Colorado Ave. And maybe you could let ------ and I get married. Also, Dick Chenney really is a dick and I hope you make better choices than you did last time although it isn't looking good. Go to hell, ----.
"You used to make that good pie. How come we never eat that anymore?"
"We used to take showers together. How come we never do that anymore?"
"You used to say dinner prayers. How come you never say them anymore?"
