December 2010
16 posts
Honestly.. I need to start doing my homework. My math analysis book has literally started to grow an unslightly dust cloud over it, and FORGET about my 135 binder. I don’t even know where that shat is. You know what’s better though? Talking with a fellow Ruski about strange marriages to horribly repressed, bordering mid life crisis school staff..and mrowwing and blasting dat russian...
Ghost House
By Robert Frost:
I Dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;...
DONE WITH MY HOMEWORK BEFORE 1 BITCHES!
