Well, the formal I’ve been planning for Beta Sig fell through, and now we have no formal to go to.  Great.  I’m sure everyone will be real happy with me.  Oh well, what can you do?  Thanksgiving was good, Christmas should be better.  I guess that’s all I’ve got.

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i rule.

I date my bicycle.

But my bike is pissed at me … She has a flat tire and I have not changed her.

These are random thoughts by me.

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Weak

You flaunt your victory

And try to rub in what I’ve lost.

Yet I am low enough listen

And hold my face aloft

For you to kick off of

To take flight.

And I will continue to stand here,

So that when you fall back down

I can help you to your feet

Only for you to try again.

The Waddle

“V” is the waddle

Side-to-side is the rhythm

Boom-Boom is the motion

Hiked-up is the shirt

Flop-Flop is the flesh

Yuck-Yuck is the thought.

Heartless

She fucks light

And darkness bulges

Over the shadows of evil men.

“Give up!”–She cries

But they hold their ground,

Claiming they’re already dead.

So she sucks the life from them

And goes on her way

Fucking and sucking

Danglers and knots stuck in the fray.