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Introduction
This is not a conventional story. There was
never meant to be a plot, and I apologize to those who
have found it- I can only imagine the state of the poor
thing after being so long neglected. Any characters
introduced are to be presumed dead at the conclusion of
the story they appear in. If they recur, see this as merely
a blunder by me the writer, and continue to regard them
as dead. If they are pivotal to the story and they must be
acknowledged, please, again, regard them as dead.
At the end of each year we resolve to drop a
vice and pick up a virtue to head into the New Year.
While it’s by mid-January that we realize why we had
the original preference to the former, the beauty of a
resolution is that we have the entire year to put it off.
On December 31st, 2010, I resolved that I would remain
abstinent for that year, retain sobriety from then on, and
write a book.
I, like most people my age, am 18. Two of those
resolutions may have been lost somewhere in the
transition from half-hearted to apathetic, but, I did
intend to keep at least one of them, and that’s where we
currently are.
This book is a collection of everything I’ve
written in the past year from short stories to speeches. I
will narrate between them in my best effort to offer
context and continuity, but beyond this, I leave you at
the mercy of your attention span. I have never been a
good student, English or otherwise, but I do hope that
you enjoy the book regardless. So sit down, grab a pen,
put it back down, and let me fill your head with the
memories that won’t leave mine.
Chapter 1: The Essays
The most important thing to know about this
section is that each essay, regardless of the content, was
turned in for a grade. Some of them fared very well, but
usually my favorites did not. This is a way for those
particular ones to gain the time in the limelight I
adamantly feel they deserve.
Originally I was going to organize the
documents by the comments they had received:
Inappropriate subject matter would be first, loose
prompt interpretations would be second, foul writing
would be third, etc. Unfortunately, as so many of them
could fall under two or all of these categories, this
becomes impossible.
A Humble Suggestion
Shane Farrow
convicted.
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offenders, the rehabilitation or deterrent efforts of
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itself as a deterrent, which is why I also intend to
composition.
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when judgment is dealt. And while I stand in the
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would be to sentence the convict to seven years of anal
asked why the sudden step was made to aid the U.S's
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criminal justice program, simply responded with ‘well,
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Besides Planes and Elevators
Shane Farrow
literary significance.
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family honor, even when it works against their own
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lesson, the themes they portray are no longer relevant or
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but the other variable of literary significance has not
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Despite the differences, both versions of Electra
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for Dgood enough. They aren’t my favorites, but they
served their purpose, and I suppose I owe them a spot in
my vanity project in payment.
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perfect science. When my room is made more
presentable than it had been for the past 1018 years and
[gi-tahr]
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Predecessor to today’s modern Xjikclisihh.
became the death of me, and very well might have if the
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one of the same instruments, I can play well, and I’m
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be, and I bent over backwards and went through a
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dislodged from the teat of self-motivation, suggestions
anyone else?
but our sector does have a specific name for the dried-
thought.
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from those of us who are, not all of our thoughts are
particularly amazing.
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stopped to think about what you’re writing and what it
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the department could get their payment. On one
campaign, our theatre teacher, Mrs. Hall, asks that one
of us share an experience from the year before to
combat the deafening apathy. Instantly, Kim’s hand
shot up.
I’d like to take a pause in this story to allow
you, the reader, to brace for the story that still echoes
within all that were present.
Kim’s hand shot up.
“OK, so like, this one time, we had these
Austrians. And they were like, where’s the-” (At this
point Kim is waving her arms to form some kind of
object) “And I’m like, do you mean ‘trashcan?’ And
they’re like, ‘yeah.’”
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And then we all started laughing really, really
hard. However, Kimi mistakenly took our cheers as
sarcasm.
To try and make it up to her, we would
constantly ask her to tell us the story again. Whether it
be in the halls, whether it be in class, whether it be in
the middle of a scene, “Hey Kim, tell us the trashcan
story” was our best effort to show her that deep down,
we really appreciated it.
But then she nearly killed us. Not in the ‘if you
take a bit of pizza I’m going to kill you’ way, but the
‘she nearly ran us over with her car on a dark and
stormy night.’
Let’s stop talking about the trashcan story and
start talking about that. I have a friend. Let’s call her
Kim Gosnell- because that’s her name. On the night of
a storm, my friends and I (Kim Gosnell included) were
talking idly, hoping that if the power went out we
wouldn’t have to attend school the next day.
In a pause of our conversation, I humbly
suggested that Kim enlighten us about the trashcan
story. Daggers. Kim stood up immediately and walked
out the front door. All of us looked around. Our faces,
once eager to hear her contribution again, were now
twisted in fear. She was upset, and it was storming
outside. Plus, she was half of our rides.
Three of us (me included) rushed after her. By
the time we got outside, she was already climbing into
her car.
“Kim, we’re sorry we didn’t mean it.”
“Yea, Shane’s a jerk, come back inside.”
“Yea, we want to hear the trashcan story.”
At this point, let me introduce you to the
characters in reverse-order of dialogue. There is me,
Chris Ohlin, and, as I didn’t get permission to use his
name, Thing 2.
Kim revs her engine. We continue to plead. Kim
revs again. We begin to beg. She revs her engine once
more. We sit on the top of the front of her car and this
marks mistake number one. Kim floors the gas.
I apologize again to interrupt the story to clarify,
but it makes things all the easier. Newton’s first law of
motion is that an object in rest will stay at rest unless
acted upon by an outside force. Like a Mercedes.
I could go on to explain the science of why we
were flattened on the windshield after the car was
already in motion by talking about the finer points of
acceleration, but suffice it to say we feared for our
lives.
“Kim! Stop the car!” cried Thing 2, hanging
loosely to the left windshield wiper.
“You’re going too fast! Let us off! Please Kim,
I’m sorry!” Chris Ohlin stated mildly.
“Aaaagh!!” I added.
But our shouts fell on decidedly-deaf ears. And,
as she sped down the cul-de-sac and turned with the
curve of the street, Thing 2 fell off the car. And, from
what I thought from my position on the middle of the
hood, underneath it as well.
“Omigod, you killed Thing 2!” We, the
remaining passengers yelled, pounding the windshield.
I mentioned earlier that it was raining. It still was.
Kim rounded the top of the street and Chris and
I, who had done our Hail Mary’s and repented for
whatever sin we had committed to land us in this
position, jumped off the sides of the car.
In hindsight, that sin may’ve been the
purposeful dismissal of common sense. But, I digress.
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We jumped off the sides of the car and landed
safely. Having forsaken Thing 2 as lost to us, we ran
after the car.
To be honest, the details are blurry as soon as
our lives were no longer in danger. Maybe Kim turned
the car around to make sure her justice was exacted. I
don’t remember. From what Chris and I found out:
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The
Chapter 2:
Monologues
Welcome to Chapter 2. It’s very similar to
Chapter 1 in that the much of the context of the pieces
are forged for entertainment value.
A few weeks before I started compiling this, I
changed my status on ©Facebook™ asking for people
to give me a person, place, or thing and I’d write a
monologue from its perspective. These were the results.
Monologue 1
Shane Farrow
themselves)
that I am.
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And like that, World poverty was resolved,
Monologue 2
Shane Farrow
bronze well.
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be lock-picked? Sean Connery doesn't go
mean. Peace. ##
Monologue 3
Shane Farrow
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Hi everyone. My name is ©Facebook™, and
I'm an alcoholic.
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they were all doing it. They could handle it, why
couldn't I?
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correct. You ‘should’ be appalled by the trivialization
of alcoholism.1
Monologue 4
Shane Farrow
human.
anxious.
socialistic Feds.
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and whatever it’s called when you’re prejudicial to
gays. So I tried to go down all of them. Unfortunately I
wasn’t able to put in any sexist jokes. My friend Emily
after reading it suggested a few options, but I couldn’t
hear her over her lack of a Y-chromosome.
Monologue 5
Shane Farrow
don’t we all-
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Yes, I understand that you understand that he’s
people-
speaking.
New York.
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Hello, this is the afterlife customer service desk.
Christ-
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I’m sure my pieces will evolve accordingly. But,
monologue 6.
Monologue 6
Shane Farrow
composition.
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I’m sadistic? (Pause) I am sadistic, and
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By third season finale, I mean they broke up
twice before, with both families more than aware of
each. By Hannah’s father, I mean a big, scary
fundamentalist. And of course, by having relations I
mean having sex. Let’s go back to the story.
From what was described to me, there was a
calm before the storm. As if the dad was slowly putting
everything together. Unfortunately for Chris, Hannah’s
dad was a quick study. There was a yell, initiated by the
father then followed by Hannah’s scream that joined in
a la fortissimo. Lastly joined Chris, who covered the
bass of the trio. This probably lasted for five minutes.
The band soon broke up.
Hannah’s father had no reason to be upset. Both
Chris and Hannah were 18 and consenting, and as he
could plainly see, practicing safe-sex. But, with the
swiftness he peeled Chris off, the zeal behind the
tackle, and the rage that was assumed when he threw
Chris’s naked body into the opposite wall, Hannah’s
father was clearly upset.
From Chris’s description of this man, my first
instinct would’ve been to curl up in a ball and play
dead. Chris opted to run, which was wise- until the
issue of him being phoneless, miles from home, and
largely unprotected from the rain that had started to
pour was put into consideration.
I would like to put a point of order in to make
sure I’m not misconstrued. By ‘largely unprotected’ I
mean he was mostly naked. By ‘mostly naked’ I mean
that he was still wearing protection. In that sense it
forms a circle, but the irony did little to amuse my
friend Chris.
He ended up alright. Chris managed to get home
and tell us all the story later that night. While we found
it hilarious and worthy of recounting- Hannah’s father
didn’t. Which makes me wonder what exactly makes
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him upset. If Chris was sleeping with his wife and not
his daughter, then of course there’s an understandable
degree of ill-will he may have because there’s a broken
vow there, and from a evolutionary standpoint Chris
would be robbing her father an opportunity in the gene
pool. This doesn’t apply to his daughter. At least, we
hope it doesn’t.
The point I’m trying to make is that the sport of
daughter-reaming doesn’t negatively affect the father.
Yet when Hannah’s dad walked in on them playing
naked tag w/ tagbacks, the result was very funny, but
very unfortunate for all persons involved.
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Chapter 3: The Fanfics
Welcome to Chapter 3. It’s very similar to Chapter 7 in
that there isn’t one.
Chapter 4: The Speeches
Welcome to Chapter 4. It’s very similar to
Chapter 2 in that there is one.
One of the things that did get me interested in
writing was speeches. Despite very little being done or
even said, people go nuts when
GREAT.
EMPHASIS.
IS PUT ON THE
RIGHT WORDS,
when they’re followed by a hushed tone of voice to imply
sincerity.
can change the World for the better. Well, I’m going to
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following the tried and true method upward that we
with.
and always said that ‘this was the first day of the rest of
[my] life.’ Back then I got the gist of the adage, but
the pearls of wisdom were stitched in. It’s never too late
places.
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Their incentive isn’t emotion or reason, but
things when we’re growing up: Sit down, shut up, don’t
put that in your mouth, and keep your arms and legs
dream job if you get into college, and once you get
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there, you’ll finally be happy. You’ll find a nice guy, or
kids, and hope your spawn will do better than you did
slowly killing you inside. You stop seeing the old adage
lining. The lenses only really got dirtier, but the picture
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To terribly paraphrase the very late Henry
makes the World a better place. But how you live your
tell you the path your taking will lead you to the Garden
of Eden where the fruit grows and the snakes talk. Well,
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they are right. The fruit grow, and the snakes do talk.
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what is different about today is that we have so many
yours fears and take the leap of faith, you can move the
World.
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90 degree weather, or paying the 150% markup for the
food the hosting school costs. The most difficult part of
the tournament was creating an answer whenever
someone said ‘oh, what’s your speech about?’ Self-
improvement? Self-respect? Individualism. I took to the
habit of telling people that it was actually about them-
an improvised life-story of whoever is currently
listening. To this day I wish I had the time left to
actually do this.
tomorrow.
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in the United States alone. Some faster than others. A
today.
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Of course as soon as I said market, the pens hit
that actually cares about the sellers can and will exist.
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This is the forensics league of California. It’s run very
inefficiently.
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combination that ensures that no donor gets screwed
they have the most room to benefit. Giving the poor the
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cable, or premature dismissal over continued kidney
medically, hope.
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The Negation
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There are two things that go through your head
when you get into a car accident. Your hopes that you
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I may have paraphrased them a little bit. The
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Let’s bring this back to the debate. Prostitution is
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Currently there are only eight million donors in
known.
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Or, if we are set on forcing the government to
strong alternative.
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Chapter 4b: The Speeches
Welcome to Chapter 4b. It’s very similar to
Chapter 4 in that the distinction between the two isn’t
very clear.
through.
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set us up to believe we would have. But, here we are.
more you try, the farther you’ll get. And finally, your
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every one of them, because part of life is learning to
appreciate yourself.
put in four years with, I can tell you that the message I
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The Birthday Roasts
First, I’d like to give a toast, but what can you
Deemer.
prepared, this roast was called off, then called on, then
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But there is more than Stephan than just his
cook bacon in, and besides the fact that small children
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three years now, and everyone in this room that does
this room has the hots for Jon Fuson, and a good half of
Or has he. Does Jon like Adelie? Does Adelie like Jon?
that Adelie likes Jon? Does Adelie like Nick? Well, no,
probably not.
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accidentally brush hands and glance blushingly at each
my arms tired.
Sondheimized us all.
laminated services.
damnabbit, she has been the best third tree from the left,
witnessed.
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character, so I think we all owe her a round of applause
for the past three years. Sheila has also come to Drama
back to being that weird girl who dyes her hair green
semi-annually.
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Promptly I was alerted to the name of the
character that I had forgotten so quickly, how many
lines she had, and the name of her character.
agree.
this very day. But one thing I’ve began to cherish above
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Carlsbad has the deaths of hundreds of thousands on
their heads.
you can.
think as you look at your own kids you can realize that
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abnormally well-off middle class of Carlsbad, I start
and I can almost see your brains eating dinner with their
like this. Since they built it, we did come. It has since
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you’re willing to just laugh at what you presume are
your wallets and fish out what you can spare. We don’t
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My friend Chris Ohlin and I are suckers for entertaining
activities. Once upon a Spring Break we both came to
the realization that we had aged considerably from the
last time we wanted to buy a tazer but couldn’t.
Deliberation was short.
When we were driving back to his house with
our new purchase, Chris brilliantly came up with what
should be the new national pastime, ‘tazer-tag.’ The
title explains itself. In a bounded-off area, we give one
person the tazer and tell everyone else to run for their
temporal, irrelevant lives. If the tazer-carrier catches up
to one of the runners, he uses the device to drop them.
When the runner goes down stunned, the original tazer-
holder lays the tazer beside the fallen, and runs away,
his duty having been passed down to another.
Unfortunately, at this time of writing, we
haven’t yet reached the desired ‘volunteer’ number for
this to be tried in full. However, the tazer found use.
Chris’s girlfriend arrived at his house shortly after we
did.
Her name was Ashley Werwage. Her favorite
color was pink, her hair color was blonde, and her
reaction to our purchase was ‘AAAAAAGGHH PUT
THAT AWAY STOP GIVE ME THAT YOU BOTH
ARE IDIOTS WHY WOULD YOU BUY THAT.’
We would never taze Ashley. But that
reassurance did little to assuage her from dropping the
pool stick and letting us anywhere near her.
But then the real story started, and Chris’s
grandfather walked in.
His name was Kim. Kim was easily the most
terrifying man Chris and I knew. He was the only
senior citizen that we believed when he told us he
walked uphill both ways in blizzards to get around
when he was our age, even though he lived in San
Diego. We believed this because we also believed he
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could smell doubt and would kill us and wear our skins
to ward others from making the same mistake.
Kim walked past Ashley and nonchalantly asked
Chris if ‘he could see that for a second.’ It was only
moments after Chris agreed did he see the error in his
ways. We refer back to that moment as ‘mistake
number one.’
I’m not that good of a story-teller. You should
know what happened next. There was a lot of
screaming. A lot of denying, a lot of begging. There
was a lot of fear.
Ashley was safe. As a girl, she was off the radar
completely. However, my friend Chris and I were boys.
Eighteen year-old boys that woke Kim up. We tried to
repent for our sins, but our calls for forgiveness fell on
deaf ears. So Chris grabbed the pool stick from Ashley,
and tried to knock the tazer away from his grandfather.
We refer to that moment as ‘mistake number two.’
Kim grabbed the pool stick immediately from
Chris, and tackled him against the wall, jamming the
tazer into his side.
Ashley and I cowered together in terror and
awe. Chris slunk to the floor, 500,000 volts richer. Kim
left the room, looking smugly satisfied, and gave the
tazer to Ashley as he passed. She looked over at her
fallen lover, who made a vegetative pile by the wall.
Either by divine guidance or by some will of her own,
she made her way over to Chris, stroked his hair, then
jabbed the live-tazer hard into his side, turned to me,
and yelled “Shane! How could you?!”
The details of the impending consequences are
unnecessary. Misguided revenge was exacted and
everyone was tazed a lot. Except Ashley Werwage. To
this day I can’t feel the side of my leg. There isn’t a
punch-line to this story. She will pay.
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Chapter 5: The Poems
Welcome to Chapter 5. It’s very similar to
Chapter 1 in that it isn’t about speeches or monologues.
When I write poetry, I’ll be honest and say I
write it for the sake of writing it. I’ve never been bad
with words, and if I have a problem I’ll usually write
snide remarks about the person at the heart of it and
post them somewhere public.
Just kidding, I only want to do that. But poetry
has allowed me to at least make my problems sound
interesting, and for that it deserves its section. At the
end I’ll offer the inspiration and meaning behind the
piece. However, I’m but a novice, and none of my
pieces are that cryptic or scrape the level of ambiguity
that real poets should operate on. Nonetheless, this is
what I have.
Always Remember
We must always remember to dare to dream.
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We must merge hope and reality- a perfect team.
A Haunting
She is an illusion, a wisp.
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She is a ghost to me-
A spirit in my mind.
Paper <3’s
Possibilities are recorded with ounces of ink
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Unfortunately I didn’t end up going to prom.
She found the poem very flattering, but unfortunately
she had previous engagements. Though on the
Brightside, I saved around $300, so I can’t really
complain more than I had already.
My Adelie
Ere to the stars of uncertainty,
I thought on it analytically,
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A fallen angel: who you were.
But in my eccentricity,
Stock Poem #1
Considering the tenacity
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That allowably and adequately
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What lurks beyond the curtain,
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Chapter 6: The Odds &
Ends
Welcome to Chapter 6. It’s very similar to
Chapters 2-5 in that it repeats this theme to provide a
sense of continuity.
Hello, reader. It’s been a while since I’ve talked
to you directly. I hope you enjoyed this book in
whatever format you find it in. I also hope that, had part
of this book been ingested as I had warned you against
doing, it was at least enjoyable, and that this page met a
similar fate so it didn’t have to recall the tragedy every
time someone asked why this book started on page 88.
This chapter is not meant to answer any
questions beyond what page number succeeds the one
you’re currently reading. This was my senior year in
High School tied into 100 pages, remembering
everything I might not in the future. All my friends
deserve a form of dedication, but as I promised it purely
to Mark Patricio, it’s only here that I can say that my
other friends Stephan Deemer, Chris Ohlin, Jon Fuson,
Adelie Carstens, Ashley Werwage, and Kim Gosnell
deserve their stripes. I can say that without Jessica
Greene, Emily Kuperman, Hannah Long, and Courtney
Goetz I’d be a drastically different person, and for that,
I think we owe all of them a little bit of consideration as
well.
But, this is a book, and I’ll have plenty of time
in the future to begin my eulogy. For now, let me offer
you the odds and ends of what’s left in My Documents.
The CollegeBoard: Actually
Somalian Pirates
Shane Farrow
In a raid conducted earlier this week the FBI found
CollegeBoard franchise.
today.”
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The sting performed revealed what’s commonly
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What does this mean for the future of education?
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The Case for Book Burning
Ladies and Gentlemen of the court, I am here to
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libraries have been cited as hubs of dangerous
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demand. Advocates of these books, novels, page-
‘Mark-me-if-you’re-not-done Jimmies’ is
actually British slang for ‘books,’ if you was curious. If
you’re ever on vacation in England and you want to
impress them with your fluency in their culture, try this.
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someone else’s. I am an actor.
possible. ##
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his act that you could see his eyes slowly lolling into
taste in my mouth. ##
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was tasked with posing rhetorical questions to help
sub-plots.
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bottling company, you can take me at my word that
candy, or hugging.
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watching, waiting. We decided that we wouldn’t be
above his garage that jutted out enough just far enough
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house to the one that belonged to our enemy, and with
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Like I had said previously, we intended to use
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dead, because it relieves me the duty of asking them.
But with that said, and no plot to untwist an underlying
theme from, and no questions left to be answered, I’m
at a loss of what you expect to say next.
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