Spring Fever.

All I wanna do is smoke cigarettes outside in the sunlight and read books about queer sex. Sex itself would be pretty good too. I skipped Africana Studies to work on the drawing of myself as Melodious Thunk, and have to go to art in half an hour and in that interim pick out drawings from my portfolio. So that's what I should do now. Even though I just want to go lie down outside in the sun. Ahhh... spring!

Hegel's got nothing on you--

your mouth wrapped around
the hermeneutic circle
master/slave dialectic.

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You see, haikus + me = no good. But anyone who knows what I'm on about can hopefully catch the vibe.

And you see, Nicole? You see what theory has done to me??

partly it's my boots, but mostly it's my qi.

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