entry #257 (just kidding (wouldn't that be cool though?) there's no way i would count them all)

i sat down to work on homework and my wrists decided they were tired of subjugating themselves to whatever the distant lord brain wanted. tired of obeying every exacting command supposedly for the good of the whole, when everyone knew it was all about what made that brain feel good. so the atoms in the cells of the tissues of my wrist divorced themselves from each other and consequently from my arms.

i watched as they scrambled off to find something. something pleasing according to the desires of the hand. each hand was determined to do what it wanted to do. perhaps to wrap themselves around. they didn't get very far before the fingernails decided they had ridden around on the tips of their fingers long enough. they pulled off and fell on the linoleum where they looked up enchantedly by the holes in the ceiling. soon, each of the bones in what used to be my wrist and hand one by one decided they had gone far enough and jumped the train until all but a four or five bones remained in each hand. and those "hands" continued their journey to wherever it was they were going.

then the cells in my skin tissue and the cells in my muscle tissue grew weary of putting up with each others differences and split up once and for all. while each individual blood cell tried to get as close to the earth as possible. spreading out like the masses of people sprawling out at woodstock.

i looked at all the components that used to make up my functional hands. each was lying strewn haphazardly along the ground in a trail no longer than three feet long. lifeless. like the stiff, uncomfortable school uniform on the floor of the bedroom of a young boy who is late for soccer practice.