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peter Nov 9
effortlessly typing an essay
neurons firing away
jack kerouac with the synap-
tic cleft running neurotransmitters
at the speed that my hand stumble
this machine;

fury storm.

this machine that im using and a part of;
paying for it in cogs and oil, precious precious oil;

i am the next shakespeare, said the mad man;
full of energy, full of life;
ideas automatic
write it down, force of habit;

i want it to be known
just finished reading the dharma bums
peter Aug 31
speed it up,
faster faster FASTER FASTER!

i'm the main character,
speeding down the freeway.

hitting 200 on the speedo,
not caring where i even go.

no traffic, no lights, no laws,
who knew loneliness could be so fun.

no music, no talking, no one,
not even the police to outrun.

how can this get any better?
my friend tugged on my sweater,

"hey peter, get it together,
it's only first period."
i just don't want to work on my college work right now, so i wrote this
peter Aug 27
this is it! this is it!
i'm sitting here melting away
in this state
of intellectual decay!

this is it! this is it!
college would be so much different
yet i've never felt so indifferent!

who woulda thunk
that we wouldn't have to think!

gets you thinking, man.
i just finished an essay and this is what came out afterwards
peter Aug 25
isolation,                         feeling
the silence                      completely
calms;                   ­           numb;
i am                                 never
whole,                  ­            finding
              ­                           happ­iness.
i uploaded this last year, but here it is again. it contains three pieces: the left column, the right column, and reading it across.

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