i am doing a serious writing in amidst kindergarten for deranged children and not only i don't mind i commend such an opportunity because i want to feel genius amidst madness and not a cleverness and niceness amidst mediocrity of household existance. and for this purpose being ridiculed serves a noble cause towards being able to contain myself against dreadfulness that this madness is only a comic script. or did i contradict myself in some detail? nevertheless i prefer bullied kids instead of coolies. and, yes, continue my thinking for me because i'm spacing out |