a just-for-fun ramble: with Lucy in the sky

In the fun-time madness of youth and drugs, I decided to swallow two tabs instead of one. The weather was warming up and the classrooms were thinning out. At that point, many of the students I was friendly with were removed from my small school. As it was, the school was an alternative to the regular classroom experience.
The schoolhouse itself was once the upper levels of a barn. There were horse stables below the classrooms and a pasture to the south side. To the north was the wooded area where longhaired students ran off to kill their brain cells and make their eyes bloodshot and half-closed.

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prose from momma’s baby boy

I don’t know why things happen the way they do. I don’t know why good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good.
I don’t know why we get sick or pass away. I don’t know why it rains on days when we need the sun most, and I’m not sure why our plans fall through.
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