our faces fossils of the sun,

I woke up today, it was four AM, and beautiful outside. However, there is a rat in my stomach- senior year starts in a few days. That rat, it has been gnawing at my insides for the past week. I haven't been able to eat a thing. Grandfather looks at me in the way that says, 'I'm worried,' when I keep passing up spaghetti and kidney beans, or his cabbage soup. But I simply cannot eat a bite knowing that soon I myself will be at the bottom of the food chain again, making for a delicious meal for someone else, covered in marinara and peanut butter.

Walking the Schwinn to the bookstore, I saw the most wonderful statue out by the garbage outside Paradigm Hunt & Game. I set my Polaroid on my bike seat and took a picture. Now, it is immortal.

( He said: please let me free- I'll do anything. )

( faces come out of the rain, when you're strange. )