goodnight moon

goodnight lamps, goodnight table,
goodnight bowl full of mush

and the little old lady whispering hush.

as my final summer as a college student comes to a close i look forward to the last year of college.

but enough of the mushy stuff

i awoke this morning from the worst dream, i was infected with flesh-eating bacteria and i was dying. it was horrible and i looked horrible too.

but hey i awoke and knew it was a dream, good things about dreams, they are not real.