Ah, where to begin. You must be asking yourself how I got here, and why I am tied up in this situation. Well, it happens to be a long story in which you obviously have time to indulge yourself in, or else you would not have begun to read my words. It is interesting as to what our minds can accomplish. Apparently, dreams only last for seconds. But dont they seem to be endured for an eternity when we are having them? Honestly, it feels as though my subconscious has created its own miniature world in which I am the leader of. Its a power trip. Like the dream in which you are flying and flying and flying into oblivion. Or the one when your teeth inevitably fall out of your mouth unstoppably. And the one in which thousands of midgets are attacking your shins and you have to blow them away with a large mahcetti that you have conveniently found lodged in your ass ( maybe that one is just me) * We, at the publishing agency, apologize for all the crudeness that may be found throughout the story, we wanted to blow the authors brains out but instead were easily distracted by a gold shiny object.* Therefore, it is as if you were to fall asleep, lets say in a class room, you could have thousands of dreams in which all seem undoubtably real.

I was sitting in hell, as per usual, struggling to keep my head from slowly falling off my neck. The demons were surrounding me asking for my blood through teaching. Teaching: a term I use so very loosely due to the fact that to teach you must convey information, and in this underworld that I am forced to indulge myself in day after day, they do not "teach" they drain. They were attempting to drain me of self thought. I am too powerful for them. I can kill them with my bare hands. Have you ever felt as if your head is so genuinely heavy that it might just snap at any moment causing blood to come gushing and oozing out of every orifice, like out of your nose, and ears and tear ducks? I mean just think about it for a second, if your head actually did diverge itself from your body what would happen? Well, I assume that red gook, would squirt out of my neck like in zombie movies. At least I hope it would happen that way. I heard that a chicken can run around headless for up to thirty seconds, imagine that, thirty seconds of mindless meandering. A body lost without any devotion to a brain instructing it where to proceed to. What I am nearly positive about is that the suburban upper-middle class ladies would hate to see my head detached. Not because they would long for my charming personality but most likely because they would be most distraught by the fact that I varnished their Abercrombie clothing and Tiffanys bracelets. Unfortunately, the world does not spin souly upon my axis and these people that bitterly surround me must remain around me, even though I want to slice their bodies into little itty bitty pieces, with a chainsaw, and serve them on a platter to my dogs. My mom told me that I shouldnt say things to that nature because people might actually take me seriously. She said that a young lady should not say such vulgar things. Naturally I told her to fuck off. Theyd probably lock me up in a white padded cell and stare at me for the rest of my life if they thought that those were my real intentions, not to say that they arent. I guess I can hold off on the pointless hacking and slashing of bodies and pursue what I was once saying previously, before I distracted myself. At this point I have inevitably found that I have very little persuasion as to what occurs in my own life. I guess thats true for all of us to a point. As of right now sleep consumes my brain. It is true that we, as adolescents, hardly receive enough sweet slumber. And do you want to know why? It is because we are stupid. We are inept of realizing our own incapabilities. We are fragile and mortal but yet we think that we can compete in the Justice League along with the other super heros. Our incompetency allows us to quickly forget that immortality is only a fantasy and that if we jump off a building we will not fly instead we will splatter onto the parkway and be eaten by pigeons. Of course that is with the exception that your parents are not bird in nature. We do not sleep, we watch cartoons, and have sex with random people. We do not fear any longer but instead laugh in the face of it. Ha ha ha ha ( that is an evil laugh if you didnt know) ha ha ha. We are stupid. We will always be stupid, our parents were stupid, and with no doubt in my mind, our children will be stupid. Honestly, I see nothing wrong it. Stupidity is fun. If you dont know whats really happening then you cant be blamed for it right? I mean it cant really hurt me if im practically immortal like Superman. Ah, I was distracted again, Im very easily distracted and I apologize in advanced for all the ridiculous things that may make headway from my oral cavity without my conscientious knowledge of it. Now, I find that I need to humble my head onto my desk and assume the position Im most often found in. I dont know if you all are aware of this position but a good friend once taught me the right way to nap inside a classroom. This is vital to life so pay attention. First of all, one must place his or her arm onto the desk, then further proceed in bending the elbow towards ones ear. From there the head is placed onto the arm muscle ( if you are lacking this muscle work out, it is completely worth it for the cushioned effect). The most important part of this process is to perfectly aline ones head with this muscle, otherwise the drool departing from the mouth will plummet onto the desk drop by drop, like a water fall cascading into a beautiful lagoon, but in this case it is made of spit, and falling onto a wooden desk (I suppose it is not alike at all... bad metaphor I guess). Dirty disgusting spit in which girls give blow jobs with and boys suck from their noses. We all know how it is, when you raise your head in a hot sweat with drool attached to the corner of your lip and as if this isnt bad enough, you inevitably look down to find that the other end of the elongated strand of saliva is swimming in a pool of slobber, and everyone is pointing and laughing at you. So, now I am in the "sleeping position" which has been previously mentioned and plotted out. Of course I am still watching the teacher, struggling to pay attention, but this is Math, in fact I despise Math so much that I will no longer be capitalizing it whether it is meant to be that way or not, math, there that feels so good. Try it write it down right now, come on do it. Math I mean who needs math. Honestly, I hate it, I would rather have my eyeballs plucked at by humming birds while they sing to the tune of the song that never ends. In their condescending bird tone with a high pitched beat they go, this is the song that never ends,( pluck pluck) da da da da yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started singing it not knowing what it was and theyll continue singing it forever just because ( blood drips out of my eyeballs slowly and painfully) this is the song that never ends da da da da, yes it goes on and on my friend. (and so does the torture) Some people started singing it not knowing what it was and theyll continue singing it forever just because this is the song that doesnt end. You get the point. In fact instead of Math I suggest we implement a napping period. Yes, thats it, a short or long, preferably long time to sleep. My eyes are slowly finding themselves feeling heavier and uncontrollable, and as they become cemented to my eyelids, I have found eternal ( for an hour) rest.