meh

don’t have anything to say today. don’t know how I feel.
I think I don’t contribute anything to the world, and won’t.
but i’ve been reading a fabulous book:

“Oh I wish there were some words in the world that were not the words I always hear!” Snow White exclaimed loudly. We regarded each other sitting around the breakfast table with its big cardboard boxes of “Fear,” “Chix,” and “Rats.” Words in the world that were not the words she always heard? What words could those be? “Fish slime,” Howard said, but he was a visitor, and rather crude too, and we instantly regretted that we had lent him a sleeping bag, and took it away from him, and took away his bowl too, and the Chix that were in it, and the milk on top of the Chix, and his spoon and napkin and chair, and began pelting him with boxes, to indicate that his welcome had been used up. We soon got rid of him. But the problem remained, What words were those? “Now we have been left sucking the mop again,” Kevin said, but Kevin is easily discouraged. “Injunctions!” Bill said, and when he said that we were glad he was still our leader, although some of us had been wondering about him lately. “Murder and create!” Henry said, and that was weak, but we applauded, and Snow White said, “That is one I’ve never heard before ever,” and that gave us courage, and we all began to say things, things that were more or less satisfactory, or at least adequate, to serve the purpose, for the time being. The whole thing was papered over, for the time being, and didn’t break out into the open. If it had broken out into the open, then we would really have been left sucking the mop in a big way, that Monday.”