Glossy-eyed children taste toxin-doctored water from plastic red cups as popular hits of the day intertwine with impure intentions and blind approbation for strangers- obscured within the cherry-colored lenses of Dionysiusβs shroud. - A languid form stumbles though an ocean of slurred words and victorious howls Into a water room with four walls, a broken door, and a single reflective glass, sounds of the century now low and intertwined with the domestic petting zoo steadily beating against the door Still broken. Tired eyes through orbital vision and a weary process of cognitive recognition Finds within the glass a conception of self, foreign to the observer and comically out of place. Segmented ideas find meaning in convoluted streams of thought as the spoken word Is devalued and meaning is limited to fain attempts to *** a smoke, bro. Radiating self-righteous belligerence and misattributed Bravado- the two-dimensional protagonist clumsily plunders the kitchen for processed sugar bars and handfuls of stale Wonderbread before projecting discarded toxins into the potted plant near the high-traffic doorway while snapback youth formulate attributable hashtags and millennial responses to a situation typical to the time of uncertainty and blissful absence. Come morning, weβll eat scrambled eggs in sunlight And romanticize about a Kodak experience, now elapsed by a self- more stringent.
I found myself observing Greek Life from the inside, recognizing a truly disappointing atmosphere bumbling to the tune of cut-rate light beer and the stalest of personalities.