there was love to be made

sweat beads rolled from her face there was love to be made but it sweat with her still styled stifled put aside hide it hide it hide it hide it she shines. this little light of mine. the sun pours into the open wounds and the ribs divide. mine. you assign a meaning to everything you see. you call this fact a feeling. you gleam. you scheme. someone unravels you, you call this truth. list continues. brb.

why do non students hate students? it's obvious. to a large degree, students will memorize everything thrown at them by who knows who with god knows what motives and then they come into organizations and businesses and communities and pressure the down to earth relaxed people that you like to work with into following trends as bad for your health as they may be. "niveau."

"curatorial."

suddenly your business or organization is going in a direction that's bad for all of you and so are all the other businesses on your street... students are studying longer and longer and are infiltrating your community at a faster and faster pace...because students are natural trend followers, they follow each other become more and more similar, which results in higher and higher job requirements.

how can we counteract this violence?  

F.Y.I.

it is customary for the person arriving to give their baggage to one of the persons recieving them as they walk together towards the reception vehicle and afterwards it is customary that the person arriving be fed.

EXPERIMENTING WITH DEALING WITH IT

goldstein sits next to me says lets try on different nicknames. we'll know when we hit the right one. it will spill out one day, and on that day our lights will eye up. i mean--

piano fingers

playing piano with fingertips on table tap tap tap tap tap tap tap dancing around bowl of fruit loops-- if you hit the base too hard the cd skips-- your headphones hug your head and as you swing your head back for the ultimate pinnacle mouth open-- with eyes closed you realize your shutters are open, and understanding how fucking crazy as fuck your neighbors would think you were, and anyone else should they walk by right now and see this spiritual journey, you play with full force and you squeeze sweat from your pores and the sense of danger almost makes you cum. //read faster as last run-on sentance progesses//