brightest-young-things is not. not. not. not. not. not. your academy!

I was going to buy tickets, but it’s monday morning, and that’s when I reach for my revolver.

One day I was walking about my small town. I had recently returned from a trip on the train. (Fortunately, I missed stepping in a dead pool of unattractive water with mere steps and reflexes quicker than any western gunslinger.) I came back with a heavy load of secrets. On my way to fix the town’s weatherbox, I felt rather insignificant, somewhat like a mineral deposit. I discarded the feeling for a short time and climbed inside the weatherbox. Fixing done, I began my walk home. On my way home I suddenly realized that it was Einstein’s Day! (My town’s way of celebrating colors.) So, of course, I rushed to the book shoppe to get my loved ones a gift. Unfortunately, all copies of “Blood: The Indifference of Rats on a Leash” were sold out. I expressed my dismay to the cashier, Johnny Burma. In a sad twist, Johnny’s problems were much more troublesome and sad than my own. But he urged me on. “Don’t give up, learn how,” he said. I believe he was encouraging me to walk beneath the painting fastened so spectacularly in the shoppe. I soon forgot about whatever minor pain I had come across and engaged myself in a new outlook, a fun world. I decided to purchase several copies of “Dissident: Animal Daughter” to celebrate the holiday. I thanked Johnny and wished him luck, as others seemed not to care about his troubles. With the wonderful progress I had made, I strolled over to another store, where thoughts are reborn. I bought new nails to complete some housework. Before I got home, I decided to pursue my new life philosophy. Laugh the world away. And that’s how I escaped my certain fate.