The tummy is rumbling. It is time to escape into the hinterlands where wild green grasses grow. There are worms slithering all over my sweaty, pale, indented forehead. I am a boon of oafish proportions, as most of you already know. I play knick knack on thumbs of strangers. I am gummy and selfish. The sweet pastel-colored candies are calling me.
Today I thought I would dress like a woman. People are eyeing my strangely. I have lipstick on and a dress with cowboy boots. A hairband. I combed and styled my hair as carefully as I could stand to. I am speaking with my hands more today, caressing files with tenderness, as I am sure a true woman would.