An American Novel
It’s dark outside too, I can feel it.
The elevated train is running but I want no part of any of it right now.
I’m feeling disgust and thinking of songs that make me cry and where they were inspired from while getting sick looking at her and the other thoughtless creatures prying around the fridgerator.
The lights are out and it feels like it’s raining outside.
I don’t trust a single one of them and hope that this dream ends soon.
I wanted to ask her what happens when we die, but she couldn’t even hear me if I ask about some song so I figured that we must not need to know about something that happens often enough to make people go insane from the thought alone.
She’s really skinny and pretty, but a mess, like she must be one of the dumbest creatures on the Earth. I’m not super smart or anything because I never even have any money but at least I always think about death so I care about something important. There is no way that she ever thinks about anything that really matters.
I hate everyone on earth.
Nobody has yet to prove what happens after life.
I can’t figure it out alone either. Not like I need to kill someone or anything because death itself is already proven, but to explore this topic seems more relevant than some bills or job I hate forever.
I’ll be old soon and still without a clue.
But as my thoughts wonder something’s happening, a commotion and I hope that someone got hurt or injured because I still hope they all die.
One of them is holding a gun and I shake my head like they are children and I know better.
Ms Conte came for me when I started working in an office and took me away and tried killing me while we were alone. I stopped speaking with people when we met.
She was Ms Robinson and I was being groomed for an executive role and already planning to quit when she came to kill me.
I haven’t spoken to anyone since.
I like being alone but the further you pull from society the worse it looks.
Natalie still loves me so I don’t think about much that I can’t control. She controls light and I left for the deep corners of space with thoughts of her.
The nuclear shock waves are real.
Sector eighty nine was lost. I can see earth and the darkest corners of space illuminate for the first time as one of the Cloud Bombs dissolve realm two.
A Holly Wreath carries me to realm nine as the outer dimensions were breached from the explosion.
The International Register 