time to get away

i'm sitting out in the hazy sunshine with a brand new pen on reynolda's patio. studying. right. i have an exam in 90 minutes. that's plenty of time. i like this pen. there's a disrespectful group of middle school-looking kids below me on a tour. Large and Random. look to be inner-city, mostly black... but there's one chubby white kid with a mohawk and big white southpole shirt. he doesn't count. this one black kid has on a tan button shirt and matching plaid shorts, all the same design. the short sleeves goes down to his elbows. the shorts end at his ankles. looks like a little clown. uh oh. another group of similar aged kids just entered the pation. i hope there's a streetfight, west-side story style.

there are 18 people walking across the mag quad on sidewalks right now, only 2 are walking on the grass. i'm watching for little kids dancing, for people walking in step with my music - "time to get away" ~ LCD Soundsystem

it's a little too quick a beat for walking.

i really just want a gun. the mag quad is framed in trees with four sidewalks crossing it parallel down its length. every now and then, someone will appear on one side and walk straight across to the other, only to disappear again. there's maybe 6-8 people on some quieter times. they look like little moving targets. feels like a video game. one that you'd sell to kids to make them aspiring mercenaries. everyone's an innocent civilian.

i can hear the thrum of an airplane over "side with the seeds." i'm and out of clouds. makes you wonder if it's really there or not.

makes you wonder, you know?