2003-07-07 5:05 p.m. we have different orifices for eating and a cursory examination of our yearbook makes that clear. look at all the candid photos in the cafeteria. there is jenny drinking milk. there is kevin eating tater tots. and then there is me and where is my lunch tray? the camera does not reveal the truth in this instance. the truth is a mystery but it is a mystery i will share with you because you joined our afterschool club, the only club with mixed membership and you're the only one. no one else wants to be in a club with us, even though we have chips and salsa. and it's not even because they know about how we eat, they don't, we haven't told anybody. they won't let us try out for track because they say we will cheat, we have air for bones and it's true, we are free in movement and we pity you. they won't join our choir because they say we don't have a choir, but we do they just can't hear. we shift our cilia and it makes vibrations in the air and is that not noise? is that not music? walking down the hallway is like swimming in an orchestra, the cilia and the clanging of lockers, the squeak of shoes. we are so glad you could join us, so eat some chips and salsa and we will induct you into our club. we've all joined the same way so believe me when i tell you that this blindfold is most comfortable. we brought it from home. we want you to be comfortable. |
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