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there's an orphan in the crow's nest spitting down from up above, his hair is silky like a man-o-war, those silvry locks of love, the cherry pits he spits turn as they fall to bombs and icicles and the waves crash bringi…
when did you get to be so beautiful, boy?
i have no instinct for self-preservation, only poetryi am sicker than a dog with typhoid, i am dying of colds and hots and headache and yet i persist so doggedlythere is no public policy any more, was there ever? in an i…
i'm tired, my internet isn't working, my family is too normal and passive-aggressive and smart, i'm on my grandma's computer and her clunky keyboard, oh woe betide mei think i'll go finish eternal sunshine now
in the time it takes you to read thisseveral things will happensomewhere, a bell will ringand somewhere, an angel will get its wingsare these events related?is one a consequence of the other?yes they are simultaneousbut …
surreal.
if, when i leave reed, i have the tools and network of relationships i need to effectively challenge the manufacture of popular consent, i will know that i chose the right school.
do you remember when you were nervous around members of the opposite sex?
war no longer exists. the global hegemony of capital has supplanted the old hegemony of force. where once were battles now are genocide and insurgency. capitalism offers no equal terms.
actually i think the graph for raph is a little off
why reed?

in the face of your murderous workload, why indeed?let me tell you, it is a many-nuanced, multimedia picture of simplicityi've grown up smarttoo much of the time, my smarts spite mesloth, elitism, despondent bouts of iro…
reading at 2 am, almost done, almost have a reason to finish this goddamn toxic/beautiful book, and every time i reposition my cramping limbs it feels a little worse, like the book is making me age, but no, impossible, t…
an update on the college process

so if you go to reed, you become a crazy coked-up genius-nazi that can pretty much do anything intellectual and simultaneously loathes and idolizes the global majority of non-reedies with their quaint provincial lives an…
a pillar of salt, is that how it goes?some everyday apocalypse we were never told aboutscreaming rockets across a bizarrely orange night skypollution will be the death of usa banal and unnecessary fragmentationfocused an…
...because the most accurate narrative is just a sequence of lyrics, moments strung together artifical, contrived because time is no more a line than a fabric, the way certain songs have no discrete verses but only that …
what is the what that wanted whati wanted when i thought i wasso wise between the knees and eyes?who teased the thighs? what thieves' disguise?the five foot nines aligned by lieslie life-like side by side and sighand fie…
FUN!
it is physically painful looking back at my old xanga entries. i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry.
when he woke up, covered in dewshivering with springhe realized straightaway that something was offthen he saw a unicorn,flawless and white, moving as you'd expect it tohe got madscreamed at the unicornbecause it was in …
things that'll be in my book

a character that interacts with both the author and the protagonist(s)a transvestite assassin/gunslinger/cowgirla street barricade/insurrection scenea remote monastery (eastern)a theme of omissionan inexperienced drinker…
bad ideas, bad ideaslike surfing on top of station wagonsdown icy mountain roadsthen juggling minkit doesn't go the way that that beautiful picture goesit goes something sloppiermore realbad ideas like getting highoff of…