listen to you guys, it's the same goddamned shit all the time.
crack joe mama's behind the frick fine arts building—
stash the bottles of wine with Joel, he drank too much
puked in class. Posvar was closed again; lights are out.
there're kids fucking in the advisor's office.
quick bong hit, snowboard meeting,
followed by initiation for new girls.
seventeenth floor dorm room shout
rupture lounge window with sofa
next tv, hey, it's Eagles season.
dim library with fresh tuna and lettuce
atkins baby strict no carbs
study hard, lecture highlights
but mom i think i have ADD
no mom, i'm in love
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