double oh seven

how highschool is too highschool
and we all know it's not cool to be gay
and that you're damned to hell if your shoes don't match your (pants, shirt, purse, necklace, notebooks, irises) everythings.
purple eyeshadow is limited to wednesday. try not to
forget again.
the stairs are a nobackup zone
and you can't parallel park (in the hallway between classes) on the westernmost streets, but only because they intend to plow and never do (it's
not like it snows the entire time from oct 31 - apr 1).
you park there anyway. peer pressure made you do it.

Traffic rules don't begin to apply to you until you hit 25 (middle age).

lunch is the hemorrhage that constantly pains our asses
and your table dictates your place in the caste system of the india that is
the northwest pa collegiate academy
(except china is this year's topic).
We don't have the work ethic of the chinese (although they'd like to think we do).
How many of you got there by staring in
books surreptitiously perched open on your laps during tests?

my screen name doesn't have enough x's in it
and they're selling drugs in the reading room (which we, as
teenagers can't manage to keep [anything] clean)
ink stains on leather couches, sharpie slurs on bathroom walls,
(I once saw "Jane is a slut" scrawled on the wall of a confessional)
is anywhere sacred anymore?

highschool accounts for a large portion of suicides.
people get caught up in the seeming eternity of the moment
and bring guns to school.
(I wish I had the courage of the girl who said yes).
the pink hair stage won't last forever. (purple and blue didn't, remember?)

it's never as bad as we think and say
and the teachers we bitch about,
the ones that value accountability, are the best by far
so those 720 (4320; 259, 200) volan como relámpagos
especially with toute la groupe.

and as we walk in the blue and gold, down the red, and up to the white, brass, and strings,
people watching never gets any better.

--27 fevrier 10:19pm

November 29, 1995

You looked so sad, so scared, mouth open in a silent half scream in that
picture your town, right then,
gave to (whispering, they'd kill us if they knew we kept it) us.

You were wearing the same orange shirt when
the Lamas found you, prostrating themselves
as if before a king.
Were you, a farmer's son, suprised (you had me fooled), or did
you know all along that this was to be?

Leading a normal (he's a prisoner in
his own destiny),
happy life, said China. But they never produced you.
Bush said his weapons of mass
destruction were (was) volatile, and had to be found,
they claim you're docile and happy and cannot be.
Do either exist? Hopefully one will
explode
onto our radars.

Romeo yelled at the stars, but never really defied them.
He died in the end, anyway.

Leo acted, there, with his heart and soul (and lost
brain fluid spattering all over his sweetheart
in the process), it seems,
but never applied either to crisises overseas.
Angelina and George did, but they conviently
forgot Tibet.

doesn't everyone?

Taiwan pulled a Tina and survived
but instead of being beaten by their husband, they had to
fight off a giant like David did [much more the formidable foe, though not as coked-out]
It worked for them both, but
Taiwan modernized,
Baz Luhrman's score playing in the background.
And Ike took out his pent-up aggression by
pistol-whipping Tibet.

Did you know that you can get from Beijing to Lhasa in 15 hours?
That's twice as much time than it takes to
bleed out from your eye sockets
and 9 hours longer than it takes, when confronted with the situation, to
realize you're going to die
and the Panchen Lama light will
go out with you.
-17 Feb 07