July 19, 2008
this was written on my desk at exam review. my thoughts exactly.
if there was ever a time for withering gothic poetry, this is it. i tried composing a few pithy lines but my shattered mind could only form random nonsensical statements turgid grimace, throbbing heart, res ipsa loquitur...
jesper:
this does not taste anything like macaroni.
the f*ck.