Reading Bunk's journal

Everything adds to nothing
great potential
confidential
spinnings of feelings trapped in my gut
somebody speaking I always say "what?"
it's my time, wasted
borderline, face red
get sublime, get dead
can't recall what anyone anytime or place said
christmas decorations
stepped on by charlie brown abominations
in every race run
I let go from the get go
need emancipation
and to get down to the ghetto
colorectal correction
examination boom
Finals in the rec room
the student body temporarily not alchoholic
previously unfamiliar with Critical Thinking and Logic
lonely me
I always have someone there
my brother
chasing me
fighting
studies have shown
why I'm alone
to build muscle
first lift weight
nothing happens
while you wait
stuck in happyland
this feels crappy and
I laugh at the cruelty of fate

But I can't find no place or nothin', where thrills are cheap, and love is divine