Summer will be okay.

-A

Wounds were healed, bodies were brought to brim, and with a signature, an email, and a walk in the rain, Academics were swayed wayward.

I talked with Alex and shit's cool.
I worked on Longfist and Jesus Fucking Christ OW.
And
I'm now Florida State's only Poetry Major.

SUCK IT, OTHER BORING MAJORS.

Josh's birthday is Saturday.

I'm reading a book by Cormac ( Read more... )

Go to Google image search.
- Type in your answer to each question.
- Choose a picture
- Use this website (http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php) to make your collage.
- Save the image for use in this note.

QUESTIONS:
1. What is your name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What is your hometown?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. What is your favorite ( Read more... )

I am in the process of composing a large photo entry about our trip to Naples.

In short:

I love that girl.

At length:

(I just hit Ctrl+V thinking I would paste the above line 50 times, but instead I posted a link to a Wikipedia page on the Bible Code).

(Just sayin'.)

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I'm back in town; there is work to be done.  Let's rock.

-It felt so good to hear ( Read more... )

Man, why did I do that ( Read more... )

Work is done.

Things are closing back to normal.

-Longest entry drought yet.

Can anyone tell me why all of the syntactical inversions of Paradise Lost read like a straightforward prose poem to me?  Can anyone tell me why I can sit and pick apart metaphor after metaphor, references and allusions, and gain all the background context for Milton's writing without the slightest hint of difficulty?  Can I please be reminded of ( Read more... )

I got my second-degree blackbelt last night.  It wasn't that hard; the test wasn't that long.

I had my ribs crushed and I kicked a few strands of my partner's hair off his head.

I screwed up a few times.

At the end, Professor Nohelty said, "You guys always kick yourselves for what you've done wrong, but you need to also pat yourselves on the back for ( Read more... )

Very uncomfortable.  Foreboding ( Read more... )

I have a larger entry about South Florida incoming.  Soon.  This weekend.

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

( 20+1, just like this old bastard. )