the most incendiary of verse/naive of assumptions/skewed of perceptions/awkward of misunderstandings/desperate of desires for unequivocal esteem.

2/3/10

we built this city

it's 1:19, class at 11 tomorrow and i am 3 bowls and 1 smirnoff into this essay.
it's going to be a long week.


it's okay though because this weekend we'll pretend it's summer.
drive out to the island and toke up on the beach,
listening to nothing but shwayze, sublime and less than jake.

fuck this campus; we need sand, water and the island cove cafe.