I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

I don't know what came over me... Same thing happened when I was little, only it was with that Christmas pie... I'll just go over here in this corner now. I know I did wrong.

I stare at the wall in front of me, the paint peeling, little white chips crumbling like cake crumbs fallen on the countertop as my grandmother lay dying on the kitchen floor

The only thing that made me happy was watching things die. So I pulled flowers and watched them wither away on the sidewalk, watched food rot past its expiration date in the fridg

e, watched tiny ants twist under the light of my powerful magnifier glass. But I always felt I needed more than that. I needed to experience death myself. So I laid out a plan to

feel the rays of the heliostat in Odeillo, France sear my naked skin. I streaked across the focal point during the summer solstice. Queen Formicon 5 was pleased with my sacrifice

but not delighted. Queen Formicon 5 was so hard to impress. I mean really. It was almost pointless. She has impossible standards. I think it's because she can't do it herself.

i would like to help her. but if she does not want to be helped i will tell her father

and then she shall receive a stern talking-to, believe you me! But maybe not. After all, other people's dads have a habit of being...very awkward. I wonder if he's available.