May 20, 2009

By fresherhells

I woke one morning from uneasy dreams to find myself transformed in my bed into a gigantic insect. My family freaked out and locked me in my bedroom. Dying of loneliness, I tried to run into the living room one night when I heard my sister playing the violin, but my father started yelling, “Get the fuck out of here! Do you want me to go and trash your lights? Do you want me to fucking trash them? Then why are you trashing my scene?!” and started throwing apples at me. He chased me back to my bedroom and it was clear that me & them were fucking done, domestically. One of the apples got stuck in my back and I died partly from the infection, but mostly from alienation, my inarticulate yearnings, and as a reaction against bourgeois society and its demands. FML.