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   Thoughts bob in my brain; they crash and hurt and amount to only confusion. The radio plays my favorite song, all songs are my favorite. I spin in circles, occasionally picking up clothes off my floor and throwing them in my closet. I ponder doing homework. No, my brain doesn't work. I'm a lazy bum who would rather hang around and dance to music than read Darwin -- things must change. A mellow depressing song comes on-- change to tape. Everybody died in the movie I just watched. I watched a movie on a school night--I know I'm evil, but aren't we all? We all have the same brain--but just think differently. A spider crawls on my pillow and I kill it and I feel guilty, but not for long. My parents gave me the old RCA TV from the kitchen. I hardly ever watch TV, except for a few select shows. I won't become a TV junkie. I keep it unplugged to resist temptation and try to understand "Natural Selection." n


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