beyond the push/pull of hedonism, ascetism

Find the melancholy dialectic of concrete and prairie on a campus
full of 20 somethings in sweatpants and inner-directed compasses.

OR


Find the line in the book of poems that states: [Proposition regarding
the existence of fun] / when we weren't sure our lives were worth
surviving.














OR

Find sibilance on reruns of Imus episodes from the eighties, back
when shock jock meant something more: much more, much less.
Do it on a radio with a dial that actually turns.









Beg for conjunction

AND


Get "you dipshit" cute with the typesetting.


AND

Find a story involving characters whose lives are an
obscure reggae song and spread it like syphilis in the
house of De Sade.


AND

Run 12 miles today, tomorrow, the day after that, and the next
day too. Regret smoking for so long. Regret not having that
regret sooner.