Whew...today was a big day for me. Not only did I sign the lease for an apartment next year, I recieved a bid for membership from Zeta Beta Tau. I signed it. So, not only am I living off-campus (in a stoner pad) next year, I am now officially a frat boy. What a day.

Fuck it! I'm deleting my last post. I need to figure out how to disable comments on posts I don't really want comments on.

Days like these are the sort of thing that induce an impressionable young man to sell all his possessions, buy an old Cadillac, and spend the rest of his life road-tripping back and forth across America, looking for the ghost of Neal Cassady and spelling Furthur with a "u." And I mean that in a good way.

Summer twilight in the days of gold,
Wild children, singing souls
Dance in the fragments of your broken molds!

Ah, Opening Day, and Red Sox vs. Yankees no less. It's a beautiful day when Billy Crystal, Regis, and Donald Trump among other annoying pop-culture icons get to watch their home-town team go down in ignominious defeat. (I hope ( Read more... )

And here's a short one for those too lazy to read my last, long post ( Read more... )

A year or two back I recorded myself peaking on a quarter of magic mushrooms. This is a very partial transcription. The whole thing is about twenty minutes long, and a good chunk of it is me reading words at random from National Geographic. It made perfect sense at the time. I thought I was making a hit album ( Read more... )

I haven't seen the sun in what seems like a very long time, and it's really getting to me.

Next stop: Ego-death! Take my brain out, turn it around in my hands, then fold it clean like a kneaded eraser.

This is my political science TA:


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