by Sufjan Stevens » 5/2/2003, 8:59 pm
Yeah, if you did anything at my high school, you'd get suspended. I mean, anything. So after months of being told not to do anything, we just snapped one day and went out to hurt people. We chose one hallway and we had a little plan. We took all the locks off the lockers and some one was in a bathroom and started throwing the locks, which made a big distraction. Then when a teacher walked over to see what happened, some one turned off all the lights to the school and pushed the teacher away from the bathroom, letting the one kid escape. Then a group of guys rolled a bunch of marbles down the hallway, making nearly everyone that wasn't in on the plan fall on their asses. I wish I recorded it or something, it was fun.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.