In the dim past of remembered dates with girls who used me for non-sexual
pleasures, I bring forth a comprehension of why that damn teacher of my
kindergarten years called me names when I brought cupcakes to class to
celebrate my birthday without telling her that I was going to do so. Lack of
control…she could not even fucking control a 5 year old kid. I remember that
loathsome, red, blotted face yelling at me as if I were still standing in front
of her foul body. I remember the faces of my smirking classmates who before
were friends, who now became part of THEM. I remember the day I became someone
else. The day I decided to refuse to be controlled.

Ruff, Ruff.

–
Joseph Franklyn McElroy
Cor[porat]e [Per]form[ance] Art[ist]