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shiny objects

Saturday, June 19, 2004


School's out for a few weeks, and that is it - we all start disappearing, one by one. Friendships fall into extinction, left and right. Behind me lies stagnicity, before me, chaos. Goddamn these transitional weeks. I long to retreat into the dim hells of Klein High School once again, if only to face a known enemy rather than the faceless abyss of college, of autonomy, of St. Louis. Without my social network, I fear the city will swallow me whole.


The moral acceptibility of an act is inversely proportional to how much sensual pleasure it can potentially inflict upon the participant.


My new concept of heaven on earth is spinning blue electric glowstick poi in the park at 4am with a handsome guitarist on my left and a winsome soprano on my right. We loitered deliciously - alyssa, mark, and I - until dawn. There are some moments that deserve to last forever.


I'm leaving this town sooner than expected. July 19th is the first day of late summer session. Sorry kids, I need to boot some prerequisites or there's no way i'll graduate on time. Back to the grindstone for me . . . but everyone knows that's how I like it. My career comes first.


If it weren't for AIM, I don't think I'd believe that long distance friendships and romances could be possible. No one has the attention span to write a letter anymore.


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