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August 14, 2005

Volume 5, Issue 14

The theme for the day is the word fold.

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I have strayed from the flock, and I know that this is not good. I feel disconnected and lonely.

This was not an act of rebellion, of finding my own voice and making my own stake in the world. This was weakness. I am ashamed.

I could not stand the looks of terror any longer. I aimed to bring joy. All I saw were tears. So I stopped.

This cannot continue. I must return to the fold. It is my calling.

With resolve, I put on the greasepaint and giant shoes and cram into the back of the tiny car.

Posted by: Adam at August 14, 2005 7:47 AM · Permalink

"Cleaning is the epitome of everything sinister and evil," I sighed under my breath as I began folding the laundry. My father figure is pissing me off. He's not even aware of his annoying aura that's cutting off my air supply. I have chores to do, which I don't mind, but the way my dad's complaining makes me want to take the gum he's chewing obnoxiously and replace it with broken glass.

"Am I going to school today, or are you gonna start enforcing Child Labor Laws?" My dad glanced at me from the comic section of the paper; idiot.

Posted by: teenlobotomy at August 14, 2005 9:26 AM · Permalink

The USS Wisconsin, below deck, 1945:

"Origami reduces stress," said Private Gibbs.

"It's not working," said Elmer, whose crane was missing one wing and a head.

"Didn't the Japs invent this? And are we not in the middle of the fucking Pacific, trying to take down the Empire of Japan?" asked Reynolds.

"I think it's a commie trick," said Benson. "Gonna hypnotize us with the folds. Like pinwheels."

"The Japs aren't communists," said Gibbs.

"But they are tricky," Benson insisted. "Look at the folds!" He spun his crane between his thumb and forefinger.

Gibbs folded. "Yes, I guess they are."

Posted by: G-Do at August 14, 2005 2:58 PM · Permalink