In my linguistics class–Combs 001–there is a desk. The top has been chipped away and students have scribbled messages and quotes and doodled through other linguistics classes. When Dr. Fallon was out yesterday and left a video for us to watch, I spent the duration of the class period copying the most legible messages into my journal. It actually became fascinating after a while.
Scared of a little water!
Get out the rain
Order a rutter for lunch
Spit out the chain
AwesomeSpring
What fools these mortals be What a fine day!
This is fine art
Perform or else
You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.
–last words of Guevara
Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Baseball
Open the window and let in the atmosphere
melón
Beauty is truth, truth is beauty, that is all ye need to know
Good to the last drop
not again
And you shall be called squid or nugget
Good…
This desk sucks
No you suck
Love the
I’m surprised no one’s drawn a penis on here yet.
J’aime le soixante-neuf
My addition: Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.
NJ.
The Sunday Salon.
B