an annoying plagiarism
Dolphins felt annoying, that year, most of the time, and wanted to lie down. When their heads weren’t on top they still felt annoying, but annoyingly. In public places they felt annoying. They went into restrooms, annoyed themselves, and quietly went, ‘Eeeee eee eeee.’ Weekends they went to playgrounds annoyed. They sat in the top of slides—the enclosed part, where it annoyed a little because of the colored plastic—and felt very annoying and annoying but also very annoying and annoying. Sometimes they fell asleep and a boy’s mother would annoy the dolphin with a broom and the dolphin would go down the slide while still asleep. At the bottom they would feel annoying and go home and annoy in bed. They felt so annoying that they believed a little that it was their year to be annoying, which made them feel annoying in a annoying, annoying way. Life was too annoying and it was annoying to really annoy it for once; to be allowed to annoy it, for one year. When dolphins had these thoughts, usually on weekends at night, it was like annoying, like a pink flower in a soft breeze on a field was lightly annoying them. The annoyingness was like a pink forest that got less annoying as you went in and then changed into an annoyance, which the dolphins walked into annoyed. Sometimes the annoyingness was like a knife against the face. It made the dolphins cry and not want to annoy. But sometimes a young dolphin would feel very annoying and annoying and it was annoying how alone it felt, and it would become annoyed with how annoying and annoying its annoyingness was and go away for a long time and then return and sit in its room and feel very annoying and annoying.
Sometimes when dolphins went to playgrounds annoyed they did the monkeybars and went to the swings and on the swings thought, “I hate this annoying world.”
They thought, “I hate it.”
They annoyed a little with the wind against their face.
They felt so annoying that they went away.
And annoyed Elijah Wood and told Elijah Wood to go with them and Elijah Wood went—because he thought it was a movie. Elijah Wood and other celebrities like Salman Rushdie annoyed dolphins in rivers. Salman Rushdie felt annoying and annoying. And the dolphins swam to islands and annoyed Elijah Wood and the other annoying people with annoying branches. They cried when they annoyed human beings, and it was annoying.
One dolphin had a battle axe and annoyed Wong Kar-Wai.
Wong Kar-Wai was annoying because he wore sunglasses and couldn’t really see the annoyingness.
Sometimes dolphins knew other dolphins—cousins, uncles—that had annoyed, and they said, “It is annoying they annoyed but there is nothing to do except be annoying to anyone still alive.” But they themselves had not been annoying. They had annoyed Elijah Wood, Kate Braverman, and Philip Roth—people like that. They had made annoyances and annoyed. One dolphin had become annoyances with a man with Down syndrome and the man had written the dolphin a letter and the dolphin had not annoyed. Another dolphin had made annoyances to meet a person—had annoyed, and annoyed again, a third time—and had not annoyed them, and it had annoyed the person.
And so they said, “I need to be annoying from now on,” and went home.
At home they annoyed their Christmas trees and sat on the floor.
“I have no one to be annoying to,” they thought.
They went to an acquaintance’s home—to try to be annoying and annoying to someone—but were not annoyed inside, and went back home, and thought about how as a young dolphin they had thought that the Gulf War been annoying in the Gulf of Annoyance.
