Reverting. A walk through campus armed with MEH flask.
My mascot is a stupid tree, so perhaps its sparsely fitting that many varieties of fruits grow here. Next to classrooms. Outside my apartment. Apples, oranges, and limes. There's always something refreshing about them? Lately I've been "stealing" both limes and vodka (from fellow classmates) for the obvious concoction. All this while making a fool of myself, including my traditional stereotypical race rants. Maybe I had similarly assholes friends in the past, but that shit does not fly here.
I often stroll my neighborhood slash campus. Sure it's historical; pretty pillars and bricks and busts elicit that WOW effect to some degree. But sometimes I can't help but visualize all the dusty redundancy that surrounds me. The fact that prestige is somehow hinged upon history. Even peoples' attitudes here evince a great deal of nonsensical arrogance. Maybe its because that they think of themselves as people who should be looked upon as geniuses and deserve respect just based on that false asset.
Whatevers. I can go fuck a history right now.
2 comments:
yeah you rock that MEH flask you. show them stanFRAUDS your utmost indifference and alcoholic tendencies.
Nice, looks like the cathedral going up in flames. Eh, fuck em, leave pretentiality at the gates. Dude, let's jam to Japan, Brady was just talking about it.
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