Hunk'o Chunk 'o Green.

After a grueling two hour chauffeured drive from Stony Brook back to good ole Brooklyn, I resolved my next political undertaking. Inching our way down Nichols road I decided that another lane ought to be added to the LI expressway and the entire highway network as a whole. For those environmentally conscious, a green lane should be gratefully offered. Even increasingly conservative, this path need not even to be built ! It happens to be situated comfortably adjacent to the existing roads.

Ouija ! That center patch of green; that overlooked hunk'o grass is just uselessly wasting away. So simple you're kicking yourself right now for by thinking of it first huh? It's alright don't harsh the mellow, underachievers just make success that much sweeter.

Human Relations, Meet College.

"Hey pass the grinder."
"No. Get it yourself."
"Yo, I fucking hate you. You're right there."

....When the sole fabric of friendship rests upon whether your roommate will pass you the weed grinder it may be time to reevaluate the basis on which you build rapport.

....During simpler times people expected you to grow as a person in college as oppose to digress. Kumquats.

Nothing's Missing.

The casual banality will no longer keep me at ease

I yearn to laugh once more

run

be chased

smile

wonder

leap

and be caught.

Throw me up

and still time for a quarter of a seconds tick

for a gasp of breath.

Watch as my pupils momentarily bloat

as I pause on horizons zenith

and catch me with a single intrepid swoop

Engluf me in what I know rages deep

take me

all of me.

Abolutely Alice.

............Dear readers of The Argyle Registry,

I must sincerely apologize for my lengthy disappearance, however it was quite unexpected and unintentionally elongated. It was inconsiderate for me to have vanished without a trace or an explanation, I regrettably admit, but what is done is done and it is with uplifting grace that I reenter my cerebral home away from home to resume my creative expression.

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I've believe up to 6 impossible things before breakfast she said and by this adage I live to the final of my days.