Part 1

there are always women in the toilet. they try to hide from me but i can see them with my eyes. i know where they live. they live in the toilet. i dont know why they live there, or why they are so small, or why they choose not to speak. (i won’t let them hurt you)

my best friend bucky says that he cannot see those women. he cannot see them because he is blind. i call him the blind bucky because he is so blind.

i like to go to my job and do some work. ⬛ says im doing some really good work at my job.

people get upset when i try to bleed on them. people ask me to stop it but im like um i dont even give a care lol.

I like the women. They’re better friends than you, Bucky.

Part 2: The Boss

Every day of my life, I like to eat a big meal at Denny’s. I like to take a gander at the menu and decide on an entrée and sandwich and ginger ale. Two days ago I saw an owl die in the tree by the parking lot. Sometimes the meals are too small.

I can remember it like it was yesterday. I told the waitress about the dead owl in the tree by the parking lot. My favorite song in the wide world was playing on the jukebox. She said that she was “sorry” for the “poor critter,” but I could tell she was lying. She’s never cared about anything.

Come closer, Matthew.

I walked outside to examine the corpse. Its feathers were thin and brown and shriveled. I turned around and saw the waitress [smelly waitress]. She was so small, but then got bigger as she walked closer to me. I saw her pluck two of the feathers and put them in her hair. “I am a princess now,” she moaned.

I crawl back inside to finish my meal. I can no longer hear the jukebox anymore because people keep asking me about that bird in the tree. I try to answer their questions, but they won’t go away. I toss my eggshells at them for a few seconds, but by the time they leave, my favorite song is no longer playing on that jukebox.

You’re such a bossy girl, Rebecca…

Mother and Father won’t listen to me. They say I’m too young to fight. One day I’ll show them what I can do. One day they’ll stop picking up my crumbs.

Can you see why I am writing to you today? Do you understand now? Somewhere in outer space there are hundreds of stars and animals all coming together to form something beautiful. All I want is to be a part of it, but I’m trapped in a Denny’s parking lot and I can’t feel anything. You don’t know what it’s like to burn.

I’m weeping, Rebecca. Is this what you wanted?

Part 3

I am a big man I am a big and big crazy man, and in addition to this fact I am also completely drenched in hair. I look like what a wooly mammoth would look like if you pulverized it and molded it into the shape of my enormous body. I’ve committed a crime, I have committed more crimes than anyone else in the world on this entire big planet of the Earth. I will not tell you my name because I am a very secret agent and I work for the government of the United States of America.

I am an ill person, I have been diagnosed with several diseases by over four fully-licensed medical practitioners. I have seen firsthand the consequences that result from refusing to separate the good from the evil. I know who you are and I know where you come from, but I do not know the circumstances that have brought us to this location. I snap my hands at your foolish attempts to subdue me with your wild hocus-pocus and your dazzling showtunes. I too can incinerate the soil on your sleeves using nothing more than a few squirts of my own pissy-pee (urine).

Haa haa look at me I am the cardboard boy. No one is allowed to touch me or my body.

destroy me delete me