mavin

I'm going fucking stir crazy, I need to get out and camp or hike or jump off a cliff

I want to be here:


or, even better, kayaking or sailing here:


now those are some mountains, not these hills in upstate.

Frat boys make me sad...no offense pretz, you're of a completely different breed.

idiots

I'm listening to Maynard Keenan's version of "Imagine" I guess I like it, it's pretty hard to make a really bad cover of this song. I like his voice, even tho he has a sellout of a band. Quasi-spiritual bullshit, but hey what the fuck do I know?

okay, I'm done with this disjointed, obviously irritated post. Fuck it, i have my first day of class tomorrow.

I'm getting drunk, before zi germans get here.

Winter in New England has a way of closing in,
Seven layered legions of molten piss,
Steroid filled,
Vultures thick,
Holding seven months a year in a consistent grip
Of the coldest shoulders and frosty ownership.
And a lot of people see it,
I ain't special and I know I'm not the first.
But if what goes around comes around until the problem is reversed,
I can't help but wonder, maybe this whole fucking place will always be cursed.