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Day 350.
Dragged my dead horse to campus and beat it.
Got nothing.
Dipped out of hammerhead hall halfway past to blast back to the flats and nap harder than Rip Van on Nyquil.

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Wednesday.
History repeats but it is not the capital H History we imagine as a single tsunami wave.
Histories, infinite histories, recycle and fold in on each other.

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HG Day 343: My Own Shaky Asylum

Tuesday.
Mix class with recess to destress.
Wife and kid walk by, sidewalk bathed in bright light.
Mouthpiece of a synonym follows in the shade. 213 more words

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Humanities Graduate Day 342: Qu'est-ce Que C'est

Monday.
Witness appropriation without hesitation.
Talk, and tongue cut out.
Birds on wire but they only chirp, strung out.
System is sickening my system, tune the bottom string down. 176 more words

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Humanities Graduate Day 338

Back to campus for more lyrics, more music, and more illness. ¬†Fuck I can’t wait for this show to be over so I can go to sleep.

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