What The Hell Have I?

Studying for the finals. Eve of the first paper.

Look Ma, no track marks! (Just a small bruise.)
G, B, this is for you!

Random unfestive CNY shot.

The much desired (wonder why) VDay snaps have been censored – it was a democratic and unanimous vote. (They were all food shots.)

Above photos are camera phone quality, apologies.

3 hours and 43 minutes..

before my first paper.

I’m on the fuckin’ wagon with steel wheels to boot!

Ten Maps of Sardonic Wit

Ten Maps of Sardonic Wit by Christian Bök

atoms in space now drift
on a swift and epic storm

soft wind can stir a poem

snow fits an optic dream
into a scant prism of dew

words spin a faint comet

some words in fact paint
two stars of an epic mind

manic words spit on fate

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Isn’t it lovely? What’s so special about it?