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January 26, 2011
Two weeks ago I dropped out of poem school and got a job at UPS. Today was my first day delivering boxes solo. Even though it was snowing I wore shorts because in my head I imagined that all UPS employees were supposed to wear shorts all the time. I did not want to kill this thought. When you kill a thought you either kill a small part of your brain or you make someone eat something you made that doesn’t taste good. Most of the time people make other people eat something they made that doesn’t taste good. This is why the world is not a perfect utopia. If people stopped killing their thoughts then the world would be a better place because we’d all have brains and we wouldn’t ever have to eat anything that doesn’t taste good. Unfortunately, I wasn’t issued a pair of shorts with my UPS uniform so I had to cut off the snow pants I was given at the knees. My boss at UPS does not like this sort of conduct and made me eat something bad in the form of a loud voice saying negative things. I told him not to feed me his loud voice shit and then I took out a rocket launcher I won for writing a poem and blew up all the UPS trucks.

Two weeks ago I dropped out of poem school and got a job at UPS. Today was my first day delivering boxes solo. Even though it was snowing I wore shorts because in my head I imagined that all UPS employees were supposed to wear shorts all the time. I did not want to kill this thought. When you kill a thought you either kill a small part of your brain or you make someone eat something you made that doesn’t taste good. Most of the time people make other people eat something they made that doesn’t taste good. This is why the world is not a perfect utopia. If people stopped killing their thoughts then the world would be a better place because we’d all have brains and we wouldn’t ever have to eat anything that doesn’t taste good. Unfortunately, I wasn’t issued a pair of shorts with my UPS uniform so I had to cut off the snow pants I was given at the knees. My boss at UPS does not like this sort of conduct and made me eat something bad in the form of a loud voice saying negative things. I told him not to feed me his loud voice shit and then I took out a rocket launcher I won for writing a poem and blew up all the UPS trucks.