You talk of larvae, I of Sin
(original and otherwise).
Life makes no sense.
Why are we here?
I'd like to get drunk,
but I just don't like beer.
Nietzsche and Sartre
make quite a pair,
but at the moment,
I really don't care -
distractions abound
in the chapel lounge.
Three hours in lab and
your head is quite fuzzy -
a shower's in order, cuz I
feel scuzzy.
Then there are buns
(not the edible kind) -
if he turns around,
I might lose my mind.
2-East! Lauren, you have a caller!
See you on Monday, do you have change for a dollar?
Three down, five to go.
Semesters, that is.
I can't wait to get out -
life at Hood is SUCH bliss!
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