woke up, it was a chelsea morning and the first thing that i saw

was the tree outside my window
with all its blooms ajar

it's spring it's SPRING
it's spriiiiiiiinnnnnnng
and i am stoned. to the bone.
i'm so glad i'm one of these kids who can just smoke a bowl and then sit down and write papers
pull off an a average.
but sersiously, these papers
are bull shit.
(what did you just say?
i don't remember what i just said.
that i get STONED all the time. that's buuuuuuuulll shit.)
discourse. that's what they are. so much discourse
(miscourse i don't like thiscourse)
and theory
(schmeary
smear it in your brain
till the words are bleary).
and you know, fine. i got myself into this and now i have to get myself out
but i've learned an important lesson, and that lesson is:
if electives are supposed to be fun, why in hell's half acre am i not taking visual art courses.
why am i not using university to make art all. the time.
i want to make art all the time.
make art ride my bike do yoga.
one day this is how i will live.
overthrow the dominant ideology.
turn the planet upside down.
and they'll all realize that was how it was supposed to be in the first place
before anyone can yell at me.