May 21, 2006 19:14
Here's a sampling of how I will remember my high school groupies when I'm too old to function on proper neurons: once again, I transcribe it exactly as it is written, thereby keeping proper journalistic tact.
"Damn you woman, I'll beat you some day!"
"O tree base B / O tree base B / I give you all my pelvis love."
"This year I didn't steal your cereal."
"And when Raskolnikov's febrile state / is replicating like a / retrovirus / The Horror! The Horror! / denatures its mutants."
"Stay away from banana slime!"
"You are the most intelligent girl I know, don't lose that because I can't imagine it and it would be hard if I tried."
"Turn around agent / I see your epidermis / Power is so sweet."
This was a good year for poems, apparently. Also a good year for the annointing oil I bought with a gift certificate to the creepy Logos store my childhood church sent me (complete with veiled threats: "We're sorry you had to miss our senior commencement ceremony heathen, but here's some Conversion Dollars anyhow....") I, and some of my more willing friends and teachers, are now very authentically holy.
Wha-ba-BAM.
i won't be left behind!