Short discussion between a coworker and I:
My coworker: my daughter knows the lyrics and choreography to “Teach me how to dougie” by Cali Swag district.
Myself: doesn’t every ten-year old?
The Ballad Of Lakshmi:
As I, under certain obligations, was asked to release this poem early, I’ve decided to post it:
The owl swears on this fragile life
he saw a goddess blessed by light
and though delirium soon set in
the owl did not regret this recent sin
The elephant calls to his sober clan
of beauty that cannot be held by man
wage war, they shall, to see that lotus
but death, to those who cannot focus
and now the goddess wears their coarse skin
but the army did not regret this recent sin
That wealth they desired, that beauty they craved
and though they fell quickly into their graves
not one regretted beholding this jewel
not one regretted glancing at you.
Free-write:
Rapt in the melody of a primeval labyrinth, Bran the Blessed is unable to escape the reptilian foliage that’s now encompassing the entirety of his lower body. Despite his efforts to detach himself from the verdigris colored sea that’s slowly murdering his once statuesque figure, all the efforts put forth by Bran have been in vain. Tortured by the bellowing of his fellow primates, demanding the immediate release of their charismatic leader; Bran curses the heavens for his current predicament. Accepting his fate, Bran relaxes his muscles and allows the forest to swallow him whole. Inside the bowls of Cernunnous, a voice beckons the attention of the currently disoriented warrior. “Heed my voice, Bran” the enigma preaches, “Do not fear the forest; allow its hymn to be your liberation.” Bran replies in an incoherent banter, “To death I follow and follow I shall, for that’s the fate laid upon my destiny.” His reply was to no avail, for the voice did not attend to his melancholic wishes.
The Art of Youth:
A friend of mine recently addressed an issue that normally coincides with a dreadful time of reckoning known to many students Finals week. Children (in this case, strained college students) have been littering the textbooks of their local library with notes related to the courses that they’re studying for. “The audacity, how dare these charlatans express artistic freedom on something that doesn’t belong to them” my friend screamed to high heavens, cursing these vile beings to eternal damnation, but I’ve taken a different approach. I would like to take this moment to thank those who write in the books provided by their individual institutions! Here’s a list of reasons why you should write in textbooks (books that do belong to you, and books that do not):
1. You’ll only receive 10 dollars for the book you purchased for 100+ dollars
2. It’s an assist to future buyers in skimming over the text, as you will underline only the important details.
3. Phallic symbols are hilarious, especially when etched into the heads and hands of historic figures.
4. The author appreciates your rendition to their novel, especially when it’s completely profane. To the man who rewrote “allica” as an extension to the word, “metal”, in my book about minerals, I salute you.
5. Librarians don’t do much anyways, this may serve as a muse to invent a material that rubs away ink marks without destroying the contents of the book.
6. When I am upset, I take my first edition Benhur novel and stab it with a pen, to diminish its value and to relieve myself of stress.
7. the ladies love of a bad boy, especially if that bad boy enjoys and conducts vandalism.
8. My friend is awfully adorable when she’s angry, I thank you for that pleasure.
And that’s all for now! contact me if there’s more to add to the list
*inspiration accredited to Ashley Desiree Garcia, the angry librarian who is awfully adorable when she’s upset.
