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I've Changed (poem)I've Changed
i change the color of my eyes
for my world looks so askew.
maybe i'll feel better if i'm
violet, red, or blue.
i change the color of my skin
to blinding ivory: snow.
every winter clings to me
and i want everyone to know.
i change the color of this room
to kill the normal: insincere.
if everything is fake,
i have nothing left to fear.
PAST SELF: THIS IS FOR YOU.SUP SELF.
I'm assuming that you're probably 15 or 16 years old upon receiving this letter, which is good, because I have MUCH TO DISCUSS WITH YOU YOU HILARIOUS, HILARIOUS CHILD.
So I've been reading the HSJNTs recently just to look back on the old days (the present). You have a lot of them now. You might be proud of being on the v3 or the v4 at this point, but dude… keep writing them things, because they will provide your future self with much entertainment later on. xD
Now before we get too mushy here, I just want to say that you are a huge beast. Not even kidding. You're extremely cool, and all of those douchebags in Forsy's class and the morons who like to put their feet up under your desk in various classes and people who don't see how amazing you are are just a bunch of nogmosters that you shouldn't even concern yourself with. After high school, you will literally never see any of them again (as far as I know, anyway. I'm [you're] only 20 right now so who knows.). Also, you pretty
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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