Skunk:
Those em, the Charlie Brown books are just filled with sadness and longing and,
I mean, when you’re a kid you just see the funny drawings, but when I
was reading them I was old enough to see they, that they weren’t really funny
at all. Or... I mean, at one point I thought I could actually stop
speaking altogether, and as long as I had a few of those books and a pair of
scissors I’d be able to communicate what I was feeling for for for... for the
entire rest of my life. Every shred of anguish and em, and grief and despair I
ever felt seemed to be drawn in those panels. If anybody asked me how I was,
it’d just be snip snip snip, and I could hand them over a little square of
paper that would tell them everything.
