This is a campaign poster that was posted in our school hall last week. Ignore the fact that this person cannot spell “sophomore” or “treasurer” properly. Look at the hand itself. Compare it to your own.
(Hint: if you have a fingernail and knuckles on the inside of your index finger, see a physician.)
fyeahenglishmajorarmadillo:
[Picture: Background — a six piece pie style colour split, alternating black and grey. Foreground — a picture of an armadillo. Top text: “ [people use capital letters in ee cummings’s name] ” Bottom text: “ [fly into rage]”
I realize that this has ee cummings’s name in capital letters, but alas that is the nature of the meme. The point still stands. ee cummings didn’t use capital letters in his name.
We are petals that fall from blooming trees as quickly as we appear, tiny bursts of short-lived glory that exist unnoticed by the downcast eyes of the jaded world. We are the patterns in frost, our fate to softly fade sealed as soon as we are breathed onto the window-pane.
It is what we do in our dying that makes us human.
Filed under depressing pretentious frost death life flowers spring winter