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FUCKIN AWESOME WEEKEND!!! twas awesome hanging out with the ukes at Suzy-q in NY, and leading a double life at the Nevele!!!! hurrah for rabid raccoons, crazy jewish folk, uber super ukrainians and knowing that a large portion of the ppl i met/hung out with wont, in fact, remember everything. i really am so happy i got to see everyone... itll be quite some time before we meet again.
and here is my Literature composition (please dont laugh at me):
For I will consider my weathered wooden swing set.
For it is the creation of my father’s hands, and thus embodies generations of familial love and workmanship.
For it is a dear friend who ages steadily together with me.
For it is a guardian who witnessed my most tender childhood moments.
For each of its splinters retain a memory.
For like a fraying, nail-bound journal, it has kept the records of my past.
For it has done so in ten degrees.
For first it enticed me with its splendor and grandeur to engage in festive play.
For secondly it granted me support and safety whilst I ascended its steep, yet sturdy ladder.
For thirdly it guided me from heaven to earth as I slid down its plastic golden slide.
For fourthly it allowed me to soar through the air on its great swinging chariots.
For fifthly it provided me with a lofty look-out tower, from which I could peer onto an emerald sea of grass.
For sixthly it gave me privacy to scheme and dream in its cozy room-like structure.
For seventhly it mesmerized me with its polychromatic canvas canopy, which blankets the structure in brilliance.
For eighthly it dazzled me with a sense of exoticism when I swung from its knotted rope ladder as though from a jungle vine.
For ninthly it never betrayed me since it remained a steady beacon of fun and frolic each and every day.
For tenthly it captivated my imagination with ample choices of adventures for the day; be they aquatic, aerial or enchanted.
For it is a brave soldier, whose resilience against the elements is inspiring.
For its cracks and gouges are like scrapes and bruises that have not yet forced it to fold or break in the most severe of weather.
For it withstands the abuse of frigid winters and blistering summers.
For it is a mentor who guides me through the gloomiest of days.
For the aroma of aging wood and moss can be likened to the comforting scent of a grandparent’s dwelling.
For each year’s memories become etched within its bones and are ensured safety beneath annual layers of varnish.
For on its gray skeleton play ghosts of my childhood.
For it is all-forgiving after several years of neglect.
For it maintains an air of majesty although it is lichen-covered and sagging.
For it is the preferred residence of buzzing bees and spinning spiders.
For it is the innkeeper for nomads of the night.
For it occupies a portion of the earth.
For it does creak.
~Vitya
and here is my Literature composition (please dont laugh at me):
For I will consider my weathered wooden swing set.
For it is the creation of my father’s hands, and thus embodies generations of familial love and workmanship.
For it is a dear friend who ages steadily together with me.
For it is a guardian who witnessed my most tender childhood moments.
For each of its splinters retain a memory.
For like a fraying, nail-bound journal, it has kept the records of my past.
For it has done so in ten degrees.
For first it enticed me with its splendor and grandeur to engage in festive play.
For secondly it granted me support and safety whilst I ascended its steep, yet sturdy ladder.
For thirdly it guided me from heaven to earth as I slid down its plastic golden slide.
For fourthly it allowed me to soar through the air on its great swinging chariots.
For fifthly it provided me with a lofty look-out tower, from which I could peer onto an emerald sea of grass.
For sixthly it gave me privacy to scheme and dream in its cozy room-like structure.
For seventhly it mesmerized me with its polychromatic canvas canopy, which blankets the structure in brilliance.
For eighthly it dazzled me with a sense of exoticism when I swung from its knotted rope ladder as though from a jungle vine.
For ninthly it never betrayed me since it remained a steady beacon of fun and frolic each and every day.
For tenthly it captivated my imagination with ample choices of adventures for the day; be they aquatic, aerial or enchanted.
For it is a brave soldier, whose resilience against the elements is inspiring.
For its cracks and gouges are like scrapes and bruises that have not yet forced it to fold or break in the most severe of weather.
For it withstands the abuse of frigid winters and blistering summers.
For it is a mentor who guides me through the gloomiest of days.
For the aroma of aging wood and moss can be likened to the comforting scent of a grandparent’s dwelling.
For each year’s memories become etched within its bones and are ensured safety beneath annual layers of varnish.
For on its gray skeleton play ghosts of my childhood.
For it is all-forgiving after several years of neglect.
For it maintains an air of majesty although it is lichen-covered and sagging.
For it is the preferred residence of buzzing bees and spinning spiders.
For it is the innkeeper for nomads of the night.
For it occupies a portion of the earth.
For it does creak.
~Vitya