Smiting and fighting, a sight to delight in; Confounding, astonding...

[saintwithascope]

Fuck subject lines that make sense. Fuck Pennsylvania in the winter. Fuck Sinbad's movie career--why does that EXIST?

I might be a little fragmented this evening. Or morning. Whatever.

In the midst of sorting out exactly how I feel about our good Swammi's mention of the completely bugshit version of a political campaign in which I appear to

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[murdoc_is_god]

Liz? Are you alright?

[saintwithascope]

I'm OK. It's just cold here and I just...how are we gonna change anything, Muds? Five minutes between classes isn't going to make the school any less fucked up.

[murdoc_is_god]

what the hell would make it better? I mean i dont even know what the hell makes it the way it is so how are we suposed to fix it?

[saintwithascope]

Arson?

I don't know. I don't know, but it seems like we should try.

Claire found some pretty fucked up stuff in the library and the parking lot. I think we need to figure out what's going on.

[lens_reflex]

Sunrises are beautiful.

I think we'll sleep more when I've got that apartment...I hope.

[saintwithascope]

Yeah. I hope so.