A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.
~ Justin Morgan
Last night, I could not sleep.
so I took two Ambien in search of transient dreams which still evaded me.
The stars are not all visible.
I paid attention to the havest moon.
Garbage is to one man what it is not to another.
The woman swooned in front of the barber.
It was the sight of blood that made him think of the greater good.
One face outweighed.
Tighten the laces, we’re still not out of the harbor, not yet I wanna hear something that will lighten the mood.
How many thoughts for a penny?
How many are understood?