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I'd like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mater. You'll find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh... somebody will start croaking out one of these things and everyone will gradually join in -- each in his own key, of course -- until the place is just soggy with nostalgia. Well, a typical such song might be called Bright College Days, and might go like this. Bright college days, O carefree days that fly, To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls. Turn on the spigot, pour the beer and swig it, and gaudeamus igit-ur. Here's to parties we tossed, To the games that we lost, We shall claim that we won them some day. To the girls young and sweet, To the spacious back seat of our beat up Chevrolet.
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[22 Mar 2012|12:28am]
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[ music | Burzum - War (Stoned Boys Mix) ]



(The internet really is a brilliant place, sometimes.) this makes us want to get creative again.


001 [22 Mar 2012|12:12pm]
I had a dream last night I was a contestant on Cupcake Wars. Now I really want a cupcake.

[22 Mar 2012|01:42pm]
( Can be considered blasphemous )


I tried to be poetic. Did it work?

[Filtered to Riley/Angrboða]
Have you Do you I need

filtered from faculty and staff [22 Mar 2012|07:06pm]
I was at the mall today shopping for some clothes, when this young girl just walked up to me and asked me a simple question about whether or not I believe in her deity of choice. I became so offended at this little girl that I punched her in the face. She started crying like a pathetic little bitch! "But, but, Jesus loves you!"

I glared at her, and said, "How dare you talk you stupid little girl! You ought to shut your mouth, you pathetic worm!"

The little girl's tears flowed more. I punched her in the stomach. She keeled over, and I kicked her. She continued to cry and cry, because that's what little girls do. They cry!

Then I took the pamphlets she was clutching, and tore them to shreds, and dropped the pieces onto her. Finally I left, and nobody stopped me, or stopped to help her, because, fuck you, that's why.


[Private to Echo]

Between you and I, the story is bullshit, but I want to see who rises to the bait.

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