“From 10-25 people” by Sasha on the subway heading South


Sunday September 9, 2012
4:26pm
5 minutes
Starting A Business
Harvard Business School Press


It smells like Vick’s vapor rub in here. Come on! Let’s leave! We don’t have to stay just because they told us to. Unless you’re a goody two shoes or something. Release your mind, Timmy. Seriously… do it. Detention is for people who are willing to accept the fact that they are rejects. We are not rejects. What did we do wrong? We fought for our rights. I bet if we looked it up in the charter of rights and freedoms we’d see something about free speech. That applies to kids too! It doesn’t matter how old you are, you have rights. Hey, Mr. Gallagher! I won’t speak until my lawyer’s present! Shhhh… Timmy, stop crying. If you make a scene they will see that they’ve gotten to you and then you’re really vulnerable. Stop crying! Everything will be fine. They don’t expel you unless you’re in grade six anyway. You have nothing to worry about.

Oh hi, Mr. Gallagher. We refuse to speak until our lawyer is present. We… will have a lawyer, right? I would like my one phone call, at least. I demand my one phone call. I would like to use it to call my sister Rebecca. She’s good in times of trial and tribulation. Shall I dial or will you? Mr. Gallagher!

“From 10-25 people” by Julia at her desk


Sunday September 9, 2012
11:53pm
5 minutes
Starting A Business
Harvard Business School Press


We’re fitting the whole world on a boat, shipping them off to other parts of no where.
There is no flood. We are just doing a thing and the people are going along with it.
Our instructions are to save or to export or something like this.
There is no written consent, or verbal for that matter.
The people are tired of being here and are desperately trying to go there. Which is anywhere but here.
We can catch the side glances of the elderly when they’re trying to be brave for their little ones.
We catch it and then we throw it on back for the fish to feed on and for the gulls to swoop in and make a mess out of.
We’re all going, not just everyone else. All of us. We’re both excited and terrified because the boat reaches a very high velocity and not all of us can swim.
Some of us tell the others not to worry because we’ll help them cross if we get pulled under.
This is a lie.
None of us are safe. Not on this journey to the better place or places which aren’t here, but aren’t just there either.
We’ll purify them with water first and the rebirth will include anyone who is willing to sing instead of eat on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.