Neither you nor I...

I am he and you are me and we are she and we are all together

I took one look at your tree fort and I threw it in the puddle. That puddle is your life. Those hallibut that

swim there are your dillusions that you create to justify your existence. Your existance is a hallibut-filled

puddle with a tree fort in it. Hahahaha.

Mine, too.



I had a life.

I had a metaphor for my life; it was a bed.

I had a simile for my life, it was like a blanket.

I had.



Once, there was an oppossum.



So, what's a nice girl like you doing in a chat room like this?

You know, I've been following your conversation all night.

Care to follow me to a private room for a little nightcap?

Did I tell you I'm a computer science major?

Ha ha ha!