Wednesday, March 16, 2005

8th Floor, Davis Library. Study Carrel Graffiti.

so girls can have a fuckin roof over their heads,
now get in the kitchen and make me some chicken pot pie

Why do we write?
Why are we white?
I’m not white—I have a melanin deficiency.

I’m depresed

Where is your God now?
[another hand] Kicking the shit out of yours . . .

I am a sock
I am an island
And a sock feels no pain

Finals rock
I love finals

I miss her so much.
[another hand] Too bad she screwed your roommate.

They don’t have towel racks though!

God is the greatest imaginable cheesecake

Keepin it boo!

Don’t read the writing—WORK!

1 comment:

RIKK said...

I remember some hype shit on my 4th floor carrel back in my thesis days.