Chapter 2: 2nd Egg – Off White (Draft Era Vol.1)

Swanton Bomb into The Water. Boston Crab into Ravine. Sweet Chin Music Bowel Movements. Content and Bullet here. Ya’ hear! In your Ear, right? Okay... Posted Up in Science Class. Seated somewhere in The Middle. Seated at a Sideways Angle with One Leg up, Placed in an Empty Chair. Endangered Species Book in their Lap. This Specific Page is Talking about Possible Causes of Extinction and. There! Is a Picture of a Dodo Bird on The Second Page. Leaned back in Chair, contextualizing. When it Reads, the Book learns. Midget Science Teacher is Teaching some Shit to The Class. (Science Teacher is a Blue Deacon named: Baxter Dias. Thick Long Fleshed Out Black Beard that Touches to their Chest. Whole Face is Beard except for around Eyes. Rocking a Plain Black Fitted Hat, Wrinkled Brown T-Shirt, Dark Green Cargo Pants. Dark Orange Socks and Black Running Shoes. Four Feet Tall in Height. Has a Canadian Newfoundland Accent. Is small but can Beat your Mothafucking Ass, nigga. Talks in Japanese due to Where he’s Teaching. Most Students are Bilingual at Best, Bobby baby.) Trench Fashion Collar is Popped high, Buttoned around Cardboard Box Neck to keep Cardboard Box Neck warm. Cold in Here. Cardboard Box Head is Slightly Moving high then Low to Mobb Deep within their Cranium. Multitasking a Young Cardboard Box Nigga and Don’t Give a Fuck. Same time Mind is Eyeing book, It’s eyeing The Lessons. Baxter is aware It is Good on Track so Doesn’t bother Bug. Moves a Tit Ittle, Clink Sound, Veiled Sawed-Off Slingshot had Hit a Chair Leg. Ow. Possible-Heard. Huh!? Possible Heard? Ghoul Trap! Possibly Heard but Who cares. Nobody checks The Students for if Things are on Them. Bumpus is Good as a Released Held Tinkle. Science Class began about Ten Minutes ago. Several Students in Class and Out of Class have or are eyeing Bumpus. Remember me? Finding their Nonchalant and Comfy Nature an Oddity. A Strange Zombie. Blatantly Official to The Bone Gristle. Visually a Bum or Homeless. Unkept, Dishoveled in Full like a Dog fucking around on The Bed up Under the Sheets. The Homeless Casualty of War Representor. Oh! I get It! Like, Vlad the Impala! *Shakes pointing Finger* Vlad the Impala was Killed because he was Tired of Playing on The Time and wanted Time to Change the Pace and Score an Apparent six Points Diamond after a Touchdown. Dies of a Broken Heart. Jealous had Pop Trunk of his Sister due to Past Spoken Accolade. All his Other Family were Dead and Sister was The only Thing keeping him Going. Their relationship was Strictly Platonic. Sister’s death yes Sadden himself. Pussy went to Sleep and never Woke up. Bumpus doesn’t Exude a Smell that’ll Stab a Plastic Spoon though your Nose Bone. Its Steez can’t Helped but be Peeped though. Just something about It. Non-Threat up Front. The Presence of an Unpresence. Silent Conversations were Had. Who is that New Guy? Is from around Here? Speaking they smell Human. Oh How, and. And, How they can Tell.

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