fuck the frats

beyond pleasure, beyond satisfaction. what i seek is not quite perfection...or is it? no, im not quite sure what it is. and yes, i pissed off the frat next door, so what? america

the keyboard is my guitar. writing is so sweet. reading is cool too, but WRITING - oh so sweet. sweeter than the most delicious of tastes. so so indescribably awesome. though i am numb now. its annoying. right now talking seems so much more tempting. oh lordy lord, oh lordy lord.

our elevator has no floor 4. thats because neither does our building... kinda sorta. it's a very interesting piece of architecture, and some crazy engineering - probably after a renovation where they changed things up quite a bit. my favorite part about the building (other than the people) is it's character (and not the character the people give it). its just got some kind of magical vibe that is entirely magnificent and intoxicating.
but back to the "4" - that number has some special significance today, so i am mad at the building for leaving out the four. they could have at least put a button in there and just made it play some music or something. elevator jukebox - awesome!

Solitude vs. Companionship: Round 1

In the blue corner....

Representing the states of seclusion and isolation, weighing in at a lonely "one," claiming the titles of hurting relationships, deliberate choice, contagious disease, disfiguring features, repulsive personal habits, or circumstances of employment or situation - the challenger of today's bought - SOLITUDE!!!

And in the red corner...

The reigning champion of interpersonal relationships, hailing from the state of happiness, unbeaten in all title matches involving others... COMPANIONSHIP!

"Well Marv, looks like we've got ourselves a real fight tonight!"

"That's right Skip. This match up couldn't be any more exciting: only one contender will prove himself victorious, only one man can come out on top!"

"Marv, you couldn't be any more right. Though, both corners have something to prove, and I think they both want to win this fight just as bad as each other. I'm predicting twelve rounds of closely contended competition, with a late KO by the true champ!"

"I hope you're right Skip! Either way I think we're in for one hell of a fight. Without further ado, let's get to it!"

Fighters, you know the rules - no lowblows or cheapshots, let's keep it clean. Knock gloves and let's begin!

"Both fighters look ready to go, it's been a grueling 3,000 some years of training for these guys. Oh, and Companionship takes an early hard throw, landing a haymaker to the right jaw of a slow-starting Solitude."

"Maybe Solitude is not as ready to go as we thought! He's looking weak out there!"

"Skip, maybe he's just intimidated by the eagerness of his opponent. This game is just as mental as it is psychical. I hope he can pull himself together..."

"He sure does look shaken up after that first hit, but I think it was the roars of the crowd, backing up their obvious favorite, Companionship."

"This is true, Solitude is a real underdog here. As a matter of fact, he's being booed right now as he heads back into his corner. What can he be thinking retreating this early in the fight?"

"Marv, the only thing I can imagine is running through his head right now, is that he's got to pull himself together very quickly before this fight turns ugly fast."

"He seems to be ignoring the advice of his trainer as he stares off into the crowd, looking more frightened now than ever."

"Well Marv, I have been covering these fights for a long time, and I have NEVER seen that look in a fighter before. But I have to disagree with you - he may appear scared, but I think that's a look of determination he mustered u[p from deep down within. I think he's ready to go..."

"Skip, you're right! Look at him go, he's throwing, one, two three in a row, what a combo! Wow, I think the table have turned. Just a little bit of mental focus is what he needed. Meanwhile Companionship doesn't know what to do. He's all alone out there, the crowd is stunned, they've become completely silent!"

"Well, the clock keeps ticking and he keeps throwing. These early effective blows are going to make a huge impact on the rest of this fight. We wouldn't want him to lose his energy though, there are eleven more rounds of this fight, and anything can happen!"

"Eleven rounds? I don't know that Companionship can recover now - this fight may be over early, thanks to the psychological game displayed by Solitude. Nobody expected this from him. But then again, he's Solitude - can we ever know what to predict from this guy!?"

"Well, the bell sounds and this round is over. After great start from Companionship, Solitude pulled something together, clearly taking this round."

blogging late, once again

ladies and gentlemen...

ROCK!

met some new neighbors today. good times. still feeling like the godfather around here - kinda cool, kinda out of my league. either way, overall im feeling good.
so good, im going to share the rough draft of a new poem with y'all:

they must need fixing
my curiosity clouds my judgment
so very cold, or seemingly so
racing thoughts make my head warm
my warmth will battle the cold


like i said, rough draft. its really only one verse.

sorry im so boring tonight. i had more interesting things to say... then i forgot them. simple as that. creativity comes and goes, but for me its mostly coming, im oh so grateful.

friends make me happy. i want more friends. imagine.

monday campuswalk

greek. makes less sense upsidedown

fifth street? oh shit, i live on fourth... still getting to know my way around
i should steal this bike


Prez Tower- where Michael Jordans kid lives (hes not that great with the jumpshot btw)

ooh, a bike! wish i had one...
"welcome back students" thanks IHOP

late. 440. burning insomnia, frustration. a desire to expel this energy that delivering calzones does not fulfill. i help drunk, hungry people. i want to help more, better deserving individuals.

in due time.