K: in direct response to silent g's resultant death (of hamish, i.e.) and general maliciousness perceived to be perpetuated by the barely post-adolescent populace upon itself
it is written posted stickered to every window
placed in each mailbox
under all the doors slid a warning missive in a fashion meant epistolary
the latest high decree sent down from desk of charlotte m friendly
a warning of new public policy
CMF: this is what we're talking about
this is why we talk about it
these are the consequences that will occur if you are caught or suspected of disseminating leaves or stems or petals by any method massive & cybernetic
post this tragedy there will be no remaking of a system that allows for recreational suicide
we know how you should act
trust us
you should know not to trust yourself
and do not even consider the consumption itself
however miniscule an amount
any medical exams that come back positive for ivy means you'll be expelled
no questions
M: and she releases these words from on high
but puts a spin on the idea tad differently
when in private facetime she speaks to the B.o.T.
CMF: i believe we were not meant to taste this purple freely
tis a color not intended to be munched upon
this hue too lucrative to leave a public option
it must be bought, ya hear me? & by a better market than these little hippie kids with barely wallets thick as tree leaves
there will be no more arborist thievery from here on out
E: so begins the new scheme to coöpt all that grows and control it unreasonably
CMF: further more
E: this meeting like doubly clandestine
CMF: i think we can see our data tracking making striding tracks across uncharted ground already
mr wizeman wised
C: beyond this new kind of administrative extralegal tomfoolery
there are personable hijinx abounding round the campus
in direct response to the quantum swerve that did occur when hamish tumbled
L: january rolls on with a vengeance as the fallout from the rave runs thru all the shitty numbers in a curling deadly sequence
this unfortunate trip has left us falling on our self-made swords
shit that happens when we leave them shoelaces untied
and forget to secure every of our aglets
we are dropping like flies left and right
T: first PDX got the B-O-O-T
after committing judicial seppuku
guilt a terrible ill-fitting suit for any former golden boy to don
and quickly news of his tearful showdown and subsequent confession
the lowest point
when she heard that he had rolled over
QNC quit school two days after that
(three days total post the OD of obu)
G: she takes just four bags
and bugs out of dodge uber fast
leaves the table and light fixtures
leaves behind bottles of colorful mixtures
boxes remain beneath the bed of things i never knew she even had
mostly fair-weather clothes
mostly now moth-ridden
kept under there darkly saved for a warm spring day on a quad she'd never see
but it is brought to light, all of it
all the boxes and the colored shit
her secret rainbows strewn across the hallway and the carpet just outside our room is soon become a proper roundabout
when all the hawt police and all their substance-sniffing robots
and then the state PD plus highway troopers come tramping thru
to jaunt and peruse of QNC's personal belongings
L: from the next door i catch glimpses in the peephole of the parading parascouts
there goes steady a stream of people but through black ears
(how darkly every orifice is deadened right now,
how strained a stretch of mental work exerting filtering force
i would rather not feel any thing at the moment
go away world, please)
i perceive that the noises made are far from joyful
and i begin to hope
(how strange and lonesome it tastes)
that there will be no more jurisdictional justice fomented over coming days
but it is fleeting, this teensy strand of belief
quickly flying coop w/all its positive parts
(how chicken-hearted, lily-livered, free-of-spleen a lost hope can make one feel)
to be replaced by pure and further darkness
left are i and only my uncomfortable thoughts
unable to worry about things outside my body any longer
i dissolve into my comforter
and weep for all the lawless loss this ivy's brought down to us
so many nouns distraught for naught but fault of education
torn apart for lacking proper recognition as a form of okay recreation
(how acidic water falls upon my cheeks when baseless accusations had rent that cloudy balance—nimbus strands to shreds—in the name of public health conservation for our great nation)
i curl up and wish hamish had always been dead
so i wouldn't have to have known him
and certainly not be missing him right now
that asshole
G: the fifth day sees a quiet absence dawn upon the hall
one foreboding, though; hefty w/menace impending
as if a jealous-for-attention calm had left a timebomb hidden for the storm to find upon arrival
the silence is uncomfortable and whack
L: i have roused myself barely to piss
doing the minimum movement makable in order to maintain homeostasis
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