my math tutor

my nose is cold. as are my hands. my tongue is warm. as are my fingers. i am very pleased with this. i am still waiting for this to be done, but don't know if i will get an answer on how much i am using this one. i have used one of my three noses on a box of size 2 cm by 3cm, and i am not sure what the actual dimensions should be.

my math tutor says i am doing this wrong. that i should use a box with prime numbers as its dimensions, but 2 and 3 are prime too. they are the prime suspects in the investigation of a whodunnit murder mystery that i am reading while my math tutor is calculating the square root of pi with his bare feet. i have no idea what it is like, or what it means, but i know that it is not a mystery. and i have no idea if it makes any sense altogether.

i don't know why my math tutor, mr. torturer, is so obsessed with primes. i wonder if he can read the math symbols on the wall behind us or if he knows what he is doing. a siren goes off and a blast happens in a building sitting next to us. it is a cloud of dust now. i don't know what to do. i hear the noise. i am surprised. i try to walk away from me. but i am me so i can't. mr. torturer asks me why i am not paying attention. i am not sure he can see me in the smoke, but he is using his mouth and hands rapidly to deliver the message he has intended for me.

"the box is a 3d figure!" he yells as the smoke fills in the room. i look around and see mr. torturer with his hand. one of his hands is lying on his other hand. it is dead, i presume before anything else happens. his head is floating in the air trying to breathe every inch of air he can. he screams. he does not know what it is like to be a young man in such a position. but he sounds pretty sure that he is doing the right thing for himself. and for me too.

"i know you are going to see my hands soon," he says. "i will punch you if you don't." he stops short of saying a couple things about me, like if he is going to fight, because of lack of oxygen in the air. he gets very close to my mouth, but he collapses on the floor. i have to try and walk away, because

1. i am scared for my life, and
2. i know what is it like being a young man in such a position.

the best way to stop this madness is by being child who doesn't know that the sun rises in the sky and sets the water on fire.

mr. torturer lies dead in the room in front of me. as for me, i still don’t know what to do.

my body is warm now.