Force: a story story

Today is Monday October 9.

Today misses Spencer goed up to the front of the class and sayd to us Class one two three one two three drop your pencil eyes on me and then she smiled at us and we laffed becaz her smile its so pretty. Then misses spencer sayd Friends we are going to have a new adition to our class he is a new studint Everyone say hello to our new friend !  then we all said HELLO NEW FRIEND but he didnt say hi back he just standed in the front of the class and he looked down on the flor and haved his arms crosed and a mad face and then Misses Spencer sayd to the new boy Why dont you tell us your name? …

Read the full graphic version here: Force, by Yousef Alqamoussi

CRAZY

Sometimes I wish that certain people were dead

And others would live forever,

That I could torture my childhood bullies

And redo lost fights with past lovers.

Sometimes I hate strangers on sight

And sometimes I love them.

Sometimes I talk to myself,

Sing in the shower,

Cry for no reason,

Skip washing my hands,

Squash bugs and smile,

And ogle sexy cartoon characters.

I wonder what dogs and birds are thinking,

Why mosquitoes bite,

Why I snot,

And why “goose” are “geese” but “moose” aren’t “meese”.

Sometimes I’m terrified but I smile

And I’m happy but I hate it.

Most times I fear or worship myself.

But craziest of all is not that I know I’m crazy,

But that you think you’re not.