The Green

shit. why do the people with the best stereos always play the worst music? nothing else can destroy a day like this where all i hear is the meaningless conversations of birds and strangers. but even that cannot bother me. the sun and the grass is warm and i get my fix of institution- approved drugs in my dr pepper (more people addicted to sugar than "hard" drugs) and i stare at the beautiful people as they walk around me. one boy yawning with his yellow headphones, a girl with her feet dangling as she scratches her chin, bald bearded professors trying to improve our lives by imposing their beliefs, and for a brief moment, i feel as if i belong to this group of beautiful people but they see me staring through their and my sunglasses and see me writing and the moment is over. but it makes me wish i could be braindead as well.