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Oh, yeah, another day starts, ha ha. ...Well it is already twelve something PM and I...have not done anything. I cannot blame myself for that, uh, no, probably not, I should, I should blame myself, because I woke up at 10 AM and after brushing my teeth and washing my face I just sit in front of my lap-top and did, okay I do not remember what stuff I did, but I supposed to have another poster and I have not done anything for it, so that is a big problem.

Well, life will find some way out, and I hope I can.


Alright, I really did it, big applause for myself, ha ha! But the tricky thing is that you never know what people would say, it is always a mystery, but I would very very like to put it aside for now.

Finishing the poster is a great thing, no doubt about it, but there is another thing bothers me almost everyday, it is bigger than finishing stuff, so I am anxious right now. Yep, I have to go out, go to class.

Hey, I like the sound of “go to class”, feels like a task or something. Okay, so I am going out, oh!


Okay, so I see people, people of my school, the students belong here. And of course, mushrooms.

What? What mushroom? Yes, mushrooms, I see them, all over the place, I mean, to be more specifically, on top of people's head.

What...the heck?

Fine, I should not be surprised for this because I basically see them everyday, so what was that dumb reaction I just had?

Anyway, the mushrooms are so different, there is so mush variety of every kind of mushrooms because everybody has different mushrooms, and not only about different kind, but also different patterns on the umbrella part of mushroom. Well but I am sure that those mushrooms are light and empty because seems like people never feel of being effected by the weight of the mushrooms. For example, looking at that giant mushroom on that girl's head, I think she never feel any weight of that big thing on her head, because she waves her head so quick that I start worrying about her neck, and that big stuff on her head...oh my god, it is growing larger, and I can even see it squirming, and some other little mushrooms are wriggling upwards while she is laughing. Oh...shit, and the spores just come up, hey, stop laughing, I will get those yellowish hairy round stuff!

I try my best to get to the second floor, and it is worse than the first floor, there are spores almost every way, and people are fine with it, except me. I try not to breathe in the spores, but I think I breathe in some of them, and them smell really bad, I think the smell combine the odor of mushroom and human body...wait a minute, what is the odor of mushroom? Do I ever know the smell of mushroom? Okay, it just smells like that!

Finally I make it, I reach that devilish purple door that has a small window on it. It is good to peep into that small glass window, but to get inside the room is another thing, almost like another world, so I take a deep breath and try to get my courage, and eventually I can open the door and get into this la-la land.

Seems like I say something to someone, maybe it is a “hey, what's up”, okay I guess, because the spores are giving me headache now. I try to breathe calmly, I really try, but I still feel dizzy, so I look at the ceiling, let the bright light hurt my eyes, alright, I feel a little bit better.

Then, the giant, but, okay, he is colossal a man, come into this la-la land and probably he says hi to everybody, and his mushroom on his head is a yellow one with square patterns, and he is talking about sports, but not soccer, is baseball.Well so what? Sorry, but I am amazed by that one of the guy has a really similar kind of mushroom as the colossal man has, except the color, it is more orange, okay sort of. And both that mushrooms are wriggling! Oh...and, somehow they looks like...penis for me. I know it is not really polite to talk about someone's mushroom like that, but...they are wriggling, I just cannot stop thinking about that!  ”So, let's look at the posters!” The colossal man says, and when it is my term, the spores start working in my brain, yep, let me daydream.

My thought runs every direction and every corner in this room, and people are talking, oh, no, they are not, some of them just using their fancy phones, and some others just look at the stuff on the wall with their dead fish eyes, how sweet is this, I want to laugh, ha ha!

Then, the colossal man laugh, laugh really hard, and the cock...sorry, my bad, the mushroom starts produce a lot, I mean, amount of spores while he is laughing. The color is as yellow as his mushroom umbrella. Oh, forget to mention the pattern on his mushroom, it is a...

Okay F words for damn mushrooms.

I do not know why I have the utility knife in my bag, because I usually do not put them in my bag, but I did it today anyway. I quickly use this knife to stab on the man's belly. What? Oh, no, I can do better than that, can't I? The colossal man has a big big belly and it is really hard to stab deeply, and well, the knife is short, I cannot expect I dig the knife to the end of his belly. But oh shit! The mushrooms on his head are still wriggling and more and more little mushrooms are thriving and wriggling and the color of them are like rainbow and...like skittles, if I can eat them? Yeah, why not? Cook them with spice and pepper and salt, oh, how about with soy sauce? I would like to try miso and butter...wait a second, what the weird combination that I just thought of?

And what? What I just thought about? Eat them? Forget about it! I hate them so much that I want to use fire to destroy them all, yeah! The environment needs to get rid of pollution and some cleaning, ha ha!

Suddenly, a nice stabbing just go throw my back to my belly, I can even see the knife, wow! I move my head and have a glance, and I see that guy with a similar kind of mushroom as the colossal man has is stabbing me with his utility knife, okay, his is perhaps better than mine!

And then, more and more utility knives are stabbing me, and one of them is one of my friend's, okay, we are kind of friends, but not a super closed one, we can talk about stupid stuff, but friends? Okay I feel like it sometimes, how about that? And her eyes are different, others just have that shocking kind of face, but her has more...pity? Am I pitiful? Should I be pitied by someone?By her? I have no idea. And the colossal man is laughing, the bright yellow mushroom, like the yellow using for printing, is wriggling and producing spores. I think I almost get to his gut, but I am not so sure, because my sense of feeling is dying, so am I dying? Wow, ha ha, what the experience! Oh shit, wait, I think someone's knife is getting to my stomach, will the hydrochloric acid, I mean, gastric juice, come out? The colossal man look down at me, what, he is really a big, tall man, that is why I call him colossal man, laughs, and I think I breathe too much of the spores that his mushrooms produce. And then, I see some new kinds of spores, oh, they are really produced by others' mushrooms, and I breathe them in.

Oh, why I breathe them in, it is disgusting! Nevertheless, somehow I realize...just realize...

I thought that she will never have that big fat mushroom on her head, like the rest of the others, but the truth is, she has it, and already has it, how amazingly she hides her mushroom. Well, it is just that she has it for a long long time, and I just did not know it. I understand, I really understand, oh, poor girl!

What I just say what? What do I say all this time? Isn't it just a normal thing that everybody has mushrooms? So why I... So what time is the end of this mushroom-fever?

Finally I am covered by those spores and my body starts produce giant big fat penis-like (not really, like a pinkie size cock that my brother used to have when he was little, oh, it is still penis, isn't it?) mushroom. The smell of different mushrooms and the odor of human body are mixed, and are full of my nose... Oh, I remember that my mom has that giant big red with pink-white patterns mushroom on her head, so...

Why I do not have that on my head?

“Okay, so you need to fix it and bring it next week.”

I giggle, and say sure I will try.


I escape, I get out off the building, but no avail. Actually, there is spores everywhere, because people's mushrooms are keeping producing it. I know I breathe a lot spores, and I should have some mushrooms on my head as well, I just did not feel it, okay, I guess.

So who is the one that is really empty, really needs something to full of...?

Ha ha...yep, ha ha...so funny, yep, let us laugh.

There are spores and...the ideals, the values are everywhere, they are in the air, you can breathe it, smell the odor, okay maybe not the odor, it can be scary.

So why I don't have mushroom? I want that! Please please please I want mushroom! Mushroom mushroom mushroom!

Shit...that's stupid,do I really want to? I don't think so, okay, maybe just now.

And the arguments and fights are still alive, and the ideals and the values and everything flow around us, so I walk to somewhere else.