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semester almost ended. A turbulent beginning subsided into proverbial testing to gauge what we swallowed for the past months. I swallowed and vomited a lot. I won the freshman english essay literary narrative contest. Suppose to pick up a prize. We are honorees they said. The poet as thief of fire according to whitman. Could turn out to be a mystic summer in the city for me. Need the money. Need the art more. Need the freedom most. Union square park looks like the real deal. Tattoos and piercings sounds good. Modern primitive geek echo. The beat of my wayward wings.