Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: future, oakies, poetry, subtle steinbeck reference
Comrades. Why do sixteenth century English poets spell like contemporary slick middle schoolers? If you don’t believe me, behold Amoretti: Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser. This is text message talk.
In the wise words of Allie McTaggart, “You know, I’ve not pictured life in 2013….I always figured Jesus would have come back by then.” In other words, I need to figure out what school I’m going to next year and what degree I’m after and other thrilling pastimes. If all goes as planned (ha), I shall graduate in 2010 and land some hip graphic design veined employment and all will be well. Regardless, by 2013 I’ll probably have been graduated and in the real world for years! Somehow, it still looks like a science fiction number.
What are you doing, economy! I need a career soon. “Oakie” is not a career of choice. Et six peches.
