The Quiet World
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Jeffrey McDaniel
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Our “Christmas in Amsterdam” themed gingerbread house! This humble brothel won first place according to our housemaster and his wife. Just further proof that my dorm and class is awesome.
Things of note in the house of ill repute: heart shaped bed, tree decorated with bras, bar, hot chocolate hot tub, candy cane stripper poles, and red tinted windows.
Not pictured: the creators, ie the class of 2011 and the musical stylings of lady gaga (christmas tree, obvs).
dont forget the chocolate milk/apple rimmed hot tub and juicy red granny apple lips
