LazerbeamsOne of my fellow CST majors is writing her thesis on copyright, and how the future of it (at least for now) lies in "Creative Commons," which seems to be the new format that dA is espousing.
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Jersey DinerScenes from a New Jersey DinerJersey Diner
The sign outside said it was Time to Eat, and I agreed. We got off of the Circle (New Jersey doesn’t believe in rotaries) and parked. inside we sat, shiny menus open, and we watched the eye-shadow crowd, Sedated by syringe sugar highs.
I inhale my sweet-tart cigarette
and cough. He laughs, we smile. It’s breakfast night. Our waitress takes our orders
and brings our coffee.
I say, Diner coffee tastes like New Jersey summers; bitter, hot, and just a hint of decay from sitting around too
by ~viruswithshoes
CandylandWhen Something's Wrong in CandylandCandyland
I didn’t see much firsthand ‘cause Mom always told me “if you ever have trouble with a man your Sicilian grandma knows the cure to an abusive husband- the business end of a cast-iron frying pan.” Dad respected that, and us.
We didn’t care about keeping up appearances Because we had nothing to hide I guess that’s why my gingerbread houses sucked. Vanilla sugar frosting does not a sealant make And Twizzlers might taste like concrete, but you can’t Build a home on candy alone Though my classmates and their mothers
by ~viruswithshoes
Three Little Pigspiggy and porkie and babe went to the juniors department in macy*s all of them had been svelte and stick-figured in high school butThree Little Pigs
one too many nights at the college keggers had all but ruined that. piggy picks out some pink capri pants and porkie holds up a halter top babe browses the belts, not that it’s a question of having her shorts stay up anymore; now it’s about helping her heaping flesh stay in. piggy and porkie and babe go to the dressing rooms, each with 4 different items of the exact same make. no one will admit the gains they’ve acquired, except the girls they made fun o
by ~viruswithshoes
Papers of Doom number 6Papers be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom think thou dost overthrow, Fail not, poor papers, nor yet canst thou kill my GPA, or stress, which but thy pages be, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest my best years with thee do go, No rest for my bones, or soul's delivery. Thou art slave to time, Microsoft, printers, and outlines, And dost with exams, professors, and deadlines dwell, And coffee, or Red Bull can make us deter sleep as well, And better than thy due date; why swell'st thou thePapers of Doom number 6
by ~viruswithshoes
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