It’s college application season! That joyous time of year full of holiday spirit! Before we all settle in to the coming weeks of tearing our hair out by the yule log and praying all of our components were received by an ever so reliable online system, I think we all need to sit back and enjoy the friendly messages sent by hundreds of quality universities across the country.

At around 5:45am, the population of Pomperaug High school rolls out of bed to drag themselves to school. With their eyelids drooping dangerously as they get ready for the day, they think to themselves, “How will I ever be able to stay awake through history or math?” Then the answer to their problem hits them: Starbucks. When a hearty breakfast of cereal and orange juice just isn’t enough, students all over the country find themselves carpooling with other overly tired teens to Starbucks or Dunkin’ Donuts. What used to be a drink for hard working adults has turned into an amazing new fad for lazy teens. But how on earth did this sudden need for coffee spark to such incredible heights within the past decade?

“This is suicide you know…” Foxtrot broke the silence with his grim news. Montegro didn’t respond. “Why would you throw your life away like this? It’s not like you; not a smart move.”
“Darn it Foxy, why?” Montegro released his grip on Foxtrot. . .

A man strutted down the streets, his black shoes slapping against the pavement as his coat danced around the backs of his legs. The coat shone white under the yellow sun, black sharp edges surrounded that white, showing where the fabric ended and began. The man kept his coat open, revealing his black t-shirt and black jean pants. He stopped at an abandoned building, turning towards a closed, beaten door. The man brushed his long, white hair out of the way as he tapped the nodes placed above his ears. . . .

Ascend the steps of clairvoyance,

gaze into the living water, where the eyes of one’s soul are given vision.

The rolling hills contain many secrets, treasures hid from humanity's prying eyes.

Encased in the heart of being, such modes of life and love still survive, but rarey contrive to subsist on the wisdom of the ancients. . . .

A record plays repeatedly

Lies flow out through radio waves

Deafening the public ear

Telling you to buy things you can never afford

Also blinded by a fascist glass cube

Erotica, Comformity, and Commercialism pour out like Pandora's Box

From city to city

and town upon town

Aged flags with a stale morality sway emotionless

Faded Red, Washy blue, and shallow white

paint ethics on a canvas of flesh and bone

I would hate for someone to feel trapped

With the walls and ceilings closing in on them

So much so that they would break down and snap

And blaming people who were always around and forgiving those who were never there

If I could go back and see why I felt it maybe I wouldn’t be the way I am

So kill the voice inside your head

And lay all the distant memories to bed.

What a lovely day to go to jail

Imagine how beautiful the sun would look as its rays would shine through the cell window

And as you get taller you notice all the dents on the metal bars that you had to look upwards to see when you were littler