Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Amber: why would you sit in the front if you are going to let yourself fall asleep ?

Ben: If at all, the dropping of one's pen begs the symbolic action of surrender, then the weight of exhaustion, and the burden of dutiful attention becomes more understandable. My head bobbed two times, three, and I counted backwards, furthering my tortured wake and to certain peaks of painful pricking. First went my feet, then each leg. The needles were sharp and the lecture, droning. Slap me please. Wake me please.

Morgan: my hair has gotten quite long and straightening it has caused many split ends -- is it obvious that im a little bored in my religions class?

Rachel: Boxes of clean tissues to the left; bags of dirty tissues to the right.

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