Blessed be the coachman...

[wineandcheese]

I feel combustible.

Here's a poem I wrote about my first day of class at Ivy Tech.

FaithIt was the first day of night school and the instructor told my class that he hoped we would never cheat, even though he was sure we all had at some point, even admitting that he himself had cheated. Whether it was on a test, an assignment, a survey, or a

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[pepperfunk]

i like it.

Here's a poem about my first day at Seaholm (I transfered this year)

[gouged_away]

I was a jet plane, a thin membrane.
Washing and preening and shedding all hope.
I'm Hot Shots Pt. Deux.
I'm Down Periscope.
Fuck all the garbage in unforgiving piles.
I saw what she wrote.
Reflections pass out on cracked hallway tiles.
Drinking from the black bile moat.

[alysondo]

i love you.