Don’t we all progress?
Younger to older we move
Drink to drunker, yes.
Category Archives: Protests
1500 words on Keats
I write in anguish–
–I was once so eloquent!
“To be” means nothing.
-Carolina
Spotted in Central Falls
Response:
Cain was not able,
as the story depicted.
Sucks to be him, huh?
– Brendan and Kim
Second Installment: In Honor of Matt MacDonald
I absolutely
Hate spam: the food, the email
All the same to me.
May you rest peacefully Matt. Your words, your person, will forever live on in this little cyber corner of ours.
Burning Hands
Hot peppers and I:
A love-hate relationship.
‘Cause I’ll never learn.
Woodstock
Yes, Joni, we are
stardust. We are billion year
old carbon. Golden.
Nurtle
wait wait what oh wait
waiiiit ohh oh my god oh wait
oh wait what oh god
-Allisahn
A Confession
Fine, I’ll admit it:
I’m pissed off at the trouble
I’ve gone through these days.
The Counter-Protest on Campus
Hate came yesterday.
Preaching gospels without love-
We gave out “Free Hugs.”
Hate dressed nice this year,
Sandwich boards were SO last fall-
Anger works just fine.
We sang songs, but still-
Our rebellion’s greatest act?
just being happy.