I killed Mom and went to North Yarmouth where Anna Banana helped me dispose of the body, then set to work on the erotics of grammatical elucidation, even syntax! To the max!

Now we're going to win this prize for translation by the Swedish American Scandinavian Mother's Have Been Killed by the Winners Federation. It is very sad to have to compete, really.

If only my beloved Åsa can provide me with a letter confirming that I can publish it. We're all rooting for her.

Hilary gave me an album with songs just for me. Tomorrow New York City. Then Pittsburgh City.

Copy. Edit the head flipped into the ravine. I got scratched up by some ferns, the wound washed off in the waters of Wolf's Neck.