we were merely freshmen

many months ago on a friday, many people in school were heartbroken. around school now, i watch j1's [like i always do.i remember their names and faces and i look out for them] and its apparent that life for them is nice and pretty. they talk of electing food-reps [hah!] and they busy their minds with who's buying what for lectures. many times i feel like going over [to whom i do not know.like an incarnation of the j1 people] and knocking some well needed long overdue shit into their minds. jealous? maybe. bitch? you betcha nuts. and then i am reminded of how we used to have a food-locker. and then i am also reminded of how everything was so new and exhilarating when we were in their places. and i also realise that i do not want to and cannot spoil what everyone should rightfully enjoy - a weightless First Three Months. the heartbreak[s] that we've had should never be told to them.

a newer primitive way of good-music-listening: recording radio songs on tape.

unriven.

music in my head :: the freshmen :: verve pipe