2002-03-28 - 7:32 PM
From The Dept. Of Mental Health
This is something I wrote in a notebook today.
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"Meditatin', bro?"
"Hellz, yeah!"
"It's a wonderful day to be out."
When there's sun, there's sun, and you can't escape it. I've been sitting on this bench for a mere eight minutes, and already I've seen troves of beautiful women freeing themselves, in flocks of dozens, from the bleak jail bars of buildings. They're all decked out in springtime gear - fading sunglasses, studded belts, midriff-bearing baby tees, skirts, flirts, and the works - brights and creams instead of the browns and blacks of winter. And most of all, they're flaunting the best accessory of all - smiles. During the dark months, girls can forget to wake up and wear one - they're worried about the weather, never about a smile. But this sunny infection is getting contagious. Everybody's putting on a happy face (excuse the cliche), people are holding open doors, and...DAMN! What is this? It's a dude sporting a three-piece suit, alligator boots, and a fedora. Is that a leather briefcase!?! Oh, it's Rex! Okay, so maybe THIS student isn't wearing such spring season fashions - hmm, OR a smile - but that's okay. Out of a hundred, there'll always be a one time, right? But yeah - my ass has been connected to this seat in the sunlight - watching the many people veering between each other, weaving intricate designs of some chaotic pattern of routes. People are all laughs and giggles - people are hugging, kissing, shaking hands, hand-holding, and generally being touchy feely. There's no sick zone around people right now. Nobody's afraid to get close to somebody. I mean, I tell ya, this may not be paradise (or Cancun), but damn - this is the nicest day we've had in weeks. Everybody's attitudes are bound to be different today - from sullen to silly. It's gonna be great. It's just too bad that nobody I know is around right now. I can't really share my joy, or bask in life together. And the rest of my bench is empty. Well, it's not that I haven't seen many friends passing by and...WHOA!!! Fatty girl! Damn!!! That girl was a head-turner and a half. But hmmm...where was I? Oh, yeah - but we just said the Hi's and Bye's because of classes. My boy passed by and asked if I was meditating, which brought a wider grin an inch above my chin. Damn it, I really should stop writing and just talk to some girls, Ha! Or just sit here and have them come to me - this girl (God forgive me for not remembering her name) just walked by with her man and kind of gave me a grunt to get my attention. Of course, I look up only to be welcomed by a passing smile and...Hey! I didn't know she had a cute little butt. Hmm, what the? Cute girl in army fatigues - she looks Italian! MMMMMM!!! Good God in heavens, I love me my Itali-girls. Oh boy! Cutie in cornrows - oh, and the pretty, fitty bookworm. Oy, I feel like a kid in a candy store over here, it's insane. Geez, this is starting to sound like the captain's log of tits and snatch. But I don't care - this is MY paper. Oh wow - tip to girls - stiletto heels are tre sexy, especially with hip-hugging jeans or a miniskirt. OOOWEEE! Damn - I really didn't realize how great of a day it'd be this morning when I rubbed the sleep out of my eye. At least, how great it'd be on campus. Shit, now I'm finding myself looking around and scoping the perimeter for some fresh fineness like a wolf on the prowl. I could hear the inner demons screaming, "Unleash the hounds!" It's scary. Ahh, a very trendique Asian chica is walking ways along the way by Hill Hall (an epicenter of female flesh on the Rutgers Newark campus grounds). And ahh, lo and behold - the afternoon bell is going off and ringing an echo everywhere. Sounds so beautiful - it's like icing on the proverbial cake. Oh, more to add to the captain's log. Wavy-haired Latina in a white baby tee. Hmm, I spy a runway model-looking mystery, the athletic piece of chocolate, another trendique Asian, two girls speaking in French, both of which I'd love to kiss with MY native tongue. I spy a girl on the move with a top of a beautiful baby blue (look at those boobs go), I see a very quiet girl looking down, who would look great if she just smiled. Oh, mercy me, women with men - attached solely at the arms. I hate great girls that are taken. It's like knowing there's the best trading card out there, but you could never have it. Oh, girl reading under the tree - please come speak to me. OH, and you with the back towards me - TURN AROUND! Oh, shit - I know her. HAHA! Wow, I've been on this shitty ass bench for awhile. And I've got class in twenty. I can't believe this. I don't want to be cooped up again - on the inside of some stupid building, and not be able to see this sun. What a waste. And here's a familiar face - now sitting next to me, shivering from the no-coat phenomenon. Hi, Cynthia. Dope, classes are letting out - more feasts for the eyes, hellos and goodbyes. What fun. The cold breeze is brushing back, heh, and I'm not sure if I could hide my shivers - but whatever - I got something to keep me warm - Boob, boob, titty, titty. Thank the Lord for girls and sunny days.
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And that's all he wrote. PEAS!
