I’m at home, alone. Marijuna is near by. Will I smoak it? Will I watch television? Will my thesis advisor read my blog poast? Will cutesy spelling ever get old? Will the rhetorical question look at itself in the mirror, make a face, pinch an inch of fat, and go out for the night? Akorn (Akon, Akron) likes how Suzahhhnnne’s fiction makes dramatic the things he finds invisible. Akron likes how Susan’s fiction dramatizes the little moments he shares with her. Akorn’s friend susannnnn writes fiction that reveals tedious things about the world he didn’t know existed, and makes them seem really important to someone else. “Oh, I had no idea there were tulip fat-scale ponds in the metaphor of your mind. Also, who gives a shit?” This is the miracle of bad fiction.