This semester I am teaching a fiction class. I made all my students make ‘modes of contributing to the internet’. Most of them started blogs or twitter accounts. They are baby geniuses. I’ve been collecting my favorite lines and combining them. Here is an excerpt:

“I had a crush on a guy in second grade because he complimented my hello kitty lunchbox. He then morphed into a taller black man. He doesn’t smoke cigarettes except when drunk and spends most nights during the summer playing videogames or meandering around suburbia. He was missing a shoe. Excuse me professor but what is the molecular base of a north american luna moth? We are currently in an economic downturn. And I’m really excited. I need to buy new shoes. This weekend I was running around barefoot and I broke my toe. It is really alright though because I am going to go have a fun night with all my ski girls tonight!!! Yayyyy!!! I spend way too much time on the internet. I’m getting my timelines all fucked up. This is my pet rock. I am…a space no longer occupied by the humans. “Why is everybody fucking Mike Sweden these days?” No. Everyone is dead and I am sobbing for them and after a while I look down and realize that I’ve been crying milk and these giant armored/bound human/demigods literally rip the flesh from one another’s bones. My best friend Mari is an expert. And then I throw up or get a little sad. I think moths are probably the worst invention ever invented.”