I just cry.

I just cry.

No joke, crying really is all I can do. My tear ducts must be enormous or something, because when it rains, it pours. Makes it hard to function in reality, let me tell you. Last

day in the class,Amy broke up with me. She did not specify the reason although I suspect that David,the class bully may be the cause. Well I really can't get up from bed today

because there was a monkey on my back. Ever since I went to that karaoke bar last night and became entranced by the baboon singing Pixies' "Monkey Gone to Heaven."

How close to my heart the song hit. O the sorrow. I dreamt of Harambe that night, lying in the clouds of ape heaven, eating all manner of fruits and surrounded by bapes (ape babes)

in pink fur bikinis. How happy Harambe was as the god of apes flew by, strewing poo. How real it all seemed. When I woke up I almost believed that he was still alive, and lo- there

was his spectre, shimmering in the dim light. I'd heard of Silverback Gorillas, but he was entirely silver. I could see the shadows on the walls through his translucent body.

The Silverback must of sense my presence because he suddenly tensed up and turned towards me gracefully. He was backlit to me but I imagine I was brightly lit for him. He snorted a

husky hello. Scared half out of my wits, I waved at the foreboding beast. To my amazement, not only did the gorilla wave back, he cocked his hip and hit a tamborine on it. "Ole!" h