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2002-05-08 WAITING FOR LECTURE TO END. SHOVING SMALL PIECES OF SCRIBBLED ON PAPER INTO MY POCKETS AS VIOLENT IMAGES FRUSTRATED COMPETE WITH JARGON AND ENTHUSIASM. THIS IS, IN VAIN, HOW I TRY TO EMPTY OUT. ONE PIECE OF PAPER PULLED FROM THE RAFFLE WITH NO PRIZE: "AND MENTALLY, KNIVES THAT SEE-SAW ACROSS WRISTS LIKE MISERY LADEN VIOLINS SYMPATHIZING TO THE ETERNAL TEMPO OF 60 BEATS PER MINUTE." MY NOTES TO TAKE THIS FORM UNTIL GRADUATION, TRYING TO CAPTURE THE ESSENCE I'M SO HAPPY TO LEAVE. |