His pet moth was blinded in one eye, but Kevin didn’t care. He was usually preoccupied with his stigmatic sister who had recently departed for college / there was rarely time to feed the little aberration of the animal kingdom, let alone fret over its optically-impaired state. Kevin’s sister was thinner, more vacuous, and had a cleaner face but was obviously the less attractive of the two. On rainy Sunday nights just as the family clocks were about to signal the birth of a new day (Monday) a gaunt, bubbly figure2 would sneak into Kevin’s room and whisper in his ear, instilling countless urges and desires that only a slumbering psyche would find intriguing. One day it paid off and he acted upon the subconscious messages, leaving five people (including his sister) dead in his wake. His best explications fell on deaf ears for the judge who presided over her much publicized trial was moonlighting as a poet at the time and saw it as his duty to deal out a ludicrously ironic sentence. Kevin was forced to admire the moth and become its lover, manager, singer, mother, and deity.

It was in his 16th year at Hays Public School. when Mike mistakenly signed up for the wrong subcategory of Political Science. Instead of analyzing the chemistry of governmental structure (a dream spanning 3 lifetimes), hhe was stuck studying Political Biology. Perhaps it was the self-loathing brought about by this careless folly in curricular enlistment that made him pick up the moth. It was this event, after all, that simultaneously failed him out of school and ostracized him from society. An act with such intense ramifications must involve some conscious participation by the perpetrator, so it goes without question that if Mike knew the consequences of his actions (which is a given) he must have hated himself long before he took the moth home with him.

Although the stigmata was present in all of his family, it was especially surprising when the early symptoms became prominent in Trey. So surprising, in fact, that when the high school press squad received word, they camped in an old squatter’s shamble directly adjacent to his curtainless window and filmed every event that took place therein. But this was not to be an innocent exercise in post-recess (choose a word) inquiry.

Finally, the Committee confronted Malcolm about their work as is explained here, in an excerpt taken from their collective diary. words and meanings to songs that we would sing were lost when we obtained a lyrics sheet, finding that all the mantras andanthems we had manifested our hope and desire in- were just talking about girls and high school politics. completely irrelevant. 40835. our secret super-hero origin: the dada birthed an angel. the sound of which has been recorded and can be heard here