Blog Five.

it was one of those exams where you glance at the questions and you think, oh shit, i/m completely fucked for this one, but you start writing and it eventually gets to the point where suddenly all your frantic observations are coming together into a miraculously coherent utterance, until the last few pages when your ass is so blown out from extracting golden horseshoes that everything turns into a trembling mess of repetition and you/ve drank so much coffee it takes two hands to keep em from shaking and you/ve gotta piss something awful and to add that your stomach/s gurgling with some derelict cousin of diarrhea and you/re mysteriously famished in spite of that and between it all yer in such pain you can barely hold the pen, let alone steady, so you hand it in, and you piss your brains out, and think fuck it, its finally goddamned over, and you reach some bs state of inner peace reading henry miller on the bus ride home.