hi there!
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a couple weeks ago, some kid on campus got hit by a train.
which isn’t something you would expect to hear,
but it’s not all that weird, I suppose; after all
we do have two train lines, one train station, and four train crossings.
the weirder thing is that it was a Sunday, the Lord’s day, at around
seven in the morning.
but that’s not so crazy, I guess; I mean
kids here party like animals, and maybe he was just
out late and walking home,
wearing his drunkenness like a crown he forgot to take off,
and he just wasn’t paying attention, or stumbled
at the wrong place or the wrong time.
my problem with that theory, though, is that
he wasn’t at a crossing.
he’d have to have fallen awfully far to land fifty yards down the tracks,
standing up,
facing the train,
with bright eyes and gritted teeth.
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She once asked me
the name of my
favourite poet
and I repliedGod
She laughed
and played along
and asked me
which one of his
works was my
absolute favouriteI said it was
the one
where he
wrote her
into existence
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new drinking game, “poison dart” (which doesn’t actually involve taking off clothes, just throwing sharpies at each other), of course ends in Siena’s boobs being labeled. love me.
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