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It resembled a bad, slam poetry jam. The fast talking, Ivy League hopeful, future litigaters twitched as they spoke in a mechanized meter about world matters and current events that rarely surface in coffee chat.
The Bow Tie Kid with the Richy Rich hair looked as if he were about to have an epileptic attack as he droned on about the Niger Delta, Royal Dutch Oil...
...saltwater…shoreline...
[somewhere down a dark alley in Casablanca is a shadowy figure who discovered the meaning of life but lost it somewhere amongst the hookah smoke and the desert winds]
...fear of death...
...invasion of Iraq...guns
Eurotrash, et cetera, et cetera...8 minutes up, and time was called.
Sometime between the shaggy boy’s [whose pants were wet with sweat] talk of the European Union and the reemergence of the Bow Tie Kid’s spastic movement and machine talk, my mind began to wander...
I dreamt the other night of the beach, white sands, and a clear, azure, Spanish coastline. No one for as far as the eye could see except for his tan skin, Romanesque curls, and vacant face.
Thinking back to my dreams of Mediterranean coastlines was ruined by the shaggy boy’s sweaty ass in my face. Later that night two guys attempted to claim Mermaids were human, marine life and almost won their round because the things they were saying were so idiotic the other team struggled to refute them.
The next day of my two day stint in Debate Hell was spent eating stale pastries from Lone Star Bakery and listening to kids claim global warming caused the Renaissance, and...feudalism...mumble...mumble... [Time]
The Bow Tie Kid with the Richy Rich hair looked as if he were about to have an epileptic attack as he droned on about the Niger Delta, Royal Dutch Oil...
...saltwater…shoreline...
[somewhere down a dark alley in Casablanca is a shadowy figure who discovered the meaning of life but lost it somewhere amongst the hookah smoke and the desert winds]
...fear of death...
...invasion of Iraq...guns
Eurotrash, et cetera, et cetera...8 minutes up, and time was called.
Sometime between the shaggy boy’s [whose pants were wet with sweat] talk of the European Union and the reemergence of the Bow Tie Kid’s spastic movement and machine talk, my mind began to wander...
I dreamt the other night of the beach, white sands, and a clear, azure, Spanish coastline. No one for as far as the eye could see except for his tan skin, Romanesque curls, and vacant face.
Thinking back to my dreams of Mediterranean coastlines was ruined by the shaggy boy’s sweaty ass in my face. Later that night two guys attempted to claim Mermaids were human, marine life and almost won their round because the things they were saying were so idiotic the other team struggled to refute them.
The next day of my two day stint in Debate Hell was spent eating stale pastries from Lone Star Bakery and listening to kids claim global warming caused the Renaissance, and...feudalism...mumble...mumble... [Time]