A hundred concentric orbits
flood and fire forms
a recursive ringtoss
armor becomes skin
in a solar system
of age
If there was one college where I’d say people would notice if you had died, I would say that was St. Andrews. Looks like I was wrong.
While Daniel Goodstein was decomposing in Concord Hall, I was reminiscing with the other two class of ‘97 graduates who decided to come to the reunion. Heather didn’t technically graduate ’till ‘99, so really it was just Matt and me.
A recent edit to WikiSummaries:
“People who use this site are stupid and need to reaize that wikipedia is a dangerous person who will touch you in his truck.”
First, this moment of clarity: I mean the human embodiment of an asshole. AKA pricks, douche-nozzles, fuck-tards and the like. What I don’t mean are anuses. Lube up and do all the buttholes you want. I mean really, go to town. Just please, put a moratorium on hooking up with these cankle fuckers because you’re encouraging their bad behavior.
Last night I had to come down on a guy and tell him that girlfriend-choking is not something we are really cool with at the Cat’s Cradle. All the while I’m thinking, why the fuck is she even with this guy? It’s no surprise she was plastered - anyone would have to be to negotiate any sort of relationship with sucha chode.
update: I forgot to mention this was the Citizen Cope and that show, for a few reasons makes me want to make a litany of “fuck you’s”. I’ve got to find some place to get rid of all this anger.