Nihilism and love fight themselves out in my head. The autumn trees anchor, and the screams of the fat hookers at the subway stop pull away. L'etranger ( Read more... )

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CIr. III.

AN UNKIND CUNT.

East Europe)-one almost hoped to see a bulla round
their necks! and indeed I doubt not that they wore many
a potent spell against the Evil Eye.
There was one little lad of about five, with blue eyes
and hair of Scandinavian lightness, the Cunt of which
called up some tiny page of Charles the Second's days,
who, with some ( Read more... )

I'm really hungry. I had these two bagels from the dining hall. They tasted like pot. Everything smells like pot. Suitemates ( Read more... )

Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2004 03:17:13 -0400
From: Evan Thomas To: ih2117@columbia.edu ( Read more... )

Super rockstar crew breakfast, picked up very tight shorts for crew. I've got all this time before crew, so I'm thought I should take a nap. Shit I slept through french. Intense. I'm gonna email her en francais and tell her I had a migrane. Fingers crossed. No it's not morning any more at all actually its the middle of the night and I'm drunk and ( Read more... )

... I'm in a bed at my grandma's house. I'm freaking out. I'm thinking about a way to escape - I'm a lot younger, at least in my head. I'm thinking about famous people who will come save me - like Oprah or somebody who will break me out of my family. Even though I'm at grandma's anyway. Random images of parents wacking me. Delirious images of ( Read more... )

Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2004 10:42:41 -0400
From: Evan Thomas To: oe7@columbia.edu (my history professor ( Read more... )