XXX-XXX 69th Avenue
Freshmeadows, New York 11365
I just got your letter... nothing is happening here. I saw a punk group, Groove Yard play at Lakeside Center a couple weeks ago... they were good, but they would not let us get a pit going. I might sneak into the pub to see Weird Thing latter tonight... haven't decided yet.
I got myself into more hot water with housing. I threw tomatoes at a
really bad comedian (the traditional thing to do in such matters)... housing
wasn't happy even though the comedian didn't complain. The ARGO printed
an inaccurate editorial against me and wouldn't print my letter when I
tried to straiten things out... this was my letter:
TOMATOES, Not Hand Grenades
Steve seemed to be enjoying the marines... he said the first month was the worst.
Where are you working? I am still an unemployed bum and I like it that way... I really should get a job but I doubt I could even if I wanted to.
School ends in about three weeks, so I should be able to hang out with you again soon.
Feeling a bit out of it... don't know why.
Did some writing last night... this will almost definately get me locked
up if it falls into the wrong hands:
The last thing I wrote before that wasn't too much better:
Madness (Does it matter?)
I dropped my Calculus II class earlier this semester since I was falling behind and failing. I am getting sick of my other classes. I can't wait for this year to end.
My courses next semester should be fun:
Science, Religion, & Magic
Philosophy East & West
Intro to Anthropology
Religion, Modern Society
I was going to take Death and Dying but it was full.
I have been writing a list of titles for songs that I plan to someday
write lyrics to... I probably never will, but I have been writing a list
anyway... some of them are good... some are stupid:
It's So Long, It's Scarry
Beastual, Necrophilic Homosexuality
Instant Death (Just Add Water and Stir)
Suicide Via Nuclear Explosion
Death in D Flat
Peace Hippies from Hell
I'm O.K.... You're Dead
He Wants to Spontaniously Combust
The Law of Chaos
I Hate Your God... And I Hate You Even More
Crushed in the Gravity of a Black Hole
Let's Implode Together
I'm Thinking About Contemplating Suicide
Isn't It Great Being Dead
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na... I'm Deader Than You Are
The Inside of a Padded Cell
My Nifty New White Jacket (I Wear It Backwards)
Let's Make a Suicide Pack For the Year 4000
Hanging For Attempted Suicide
Cooking With Jeff
Running, Head-First, Into a Brick Wall
Self-Imposed, Human Vivisection
I Have a Headache... It's Time For Brain Surgery
Diced to Death
Hold Your Breath, Turn Blue, Then Die
Better Off in a Coma
Life Sucks, Then You Go To Jail and Meet Bubba
Heart Attack at Orgasm
I'm Sick... You're Sicker... Who's Sickest?
Don't really know why I typed that all out... as I said I am out of
it... I think I'll include one other thing I wrote before I close this
letter... my friend and I wrote this when we were bored... we collected
over sixty signatures... we were going to force the school senate to vote
on it when we had 540:
Petition for the End of the World
Some people actually thought we were serious about it. The worst that
the student senate could possibly do is recommend that the world is destroyed...
people can be so stupid. Rather than babble forever, I'm going to close
this letter.... Write back soon... I'll call you in three or four weeks
when I get home.
Brian Matthew Kessler