the rest of the page is covered with a mystery. in the top left is a blue little doodling; at the bottom is a collection of faces, including the profile of a man wearing the head of a polka-dotted dragon suit.
this is what I wrote:
hello cricket make me laugh
I'm writing this in the dark (not with a spoon, though I tried). does its handwrittenness make it more worthwhile?
it does make it now. not put off for a keyboard. not put off for later word processing. not mentally noted. this idea is me and notebook, colliding, accompanied by Strawberry Yogurt.
not laughing.} there is nobody watching
just me. just me warping my point of view into around in knots. painting that ache in my neck a shade of stoic world weariness, the grip of the steering wheel a thoughtful determination
waiting for someone to make me
waiting
waiting
laugh
where else?
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I don't know what day it was or what else was going on or even if it was really dark.
I have boxes full of notebooks like this.
reading through them is going to be fun.
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