College

When I entered this blood blister, I never expected so many deadly droughted stars in the vortex we call college. It was made up of light shows and acid trips, smooth sounds from the world's subconscious glow, and smirching screams of your brothers and sisters. I met a bunch of fuckers in that hell hole, but they made me feel like all it needed was a bagel and a cigarrette. The art majors were creative when around objects to change. The digital media majors were chill and behind screens. I for one was trying to keep up with memories, and had planned to collect these great years, but all I found were scrambled eggs, over-cooked bacon and mouths watering.