the world in a box. My box. I carry it around with me. I take it to school. I eat and sleep with it. A nice box. I wouldn't want to keep the world in an ugly box. The box has six sides, with clear plastic tape lined at the edges. I never take the world out of the box. No, that's not true. I take it out sometimes. I take it out so I can talk to it, and clean the dust off of it, and clean out the shit that gathers within it. I like my world. My world in a box. My box. made especially for my world. My world is round, blue, and white. It is very good to me, and I back to it. We are good to each other, and we are good for each other. I take my world out sometimes, just to play with it. I roll it down a grassy hill, towards a quiet little path of water. . . . .but I get there first and prevent it from getting wet. Then I put it back in the box and go home. I don't care. I do how I please. Go do how you please as well. back to menu
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