Lake Oswego High School - Lakers Log Yearbook (Lake Oswego, OR)

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You, child, are the crown of creation. You live in a closet of boarding house green, throw stones at the people you love through the grates. Sadness, oh sadness That's right, pal, stare at the Ere, forget you hurt others since you can 't trust yourself Poor child, when you walk toward a tree all the birds fly away. Your blood drips down to your foot- prints, your insides are at war with your outsides, someone brushes you and you scream. Go drag people down to your own level, leave them worse than you find them. You are basically evil. Man is basically evil. Oh, God, how where do 1 go from here? Just shut up. I am sick of this self-pity. Others wake up to the morning dawning and do not curse their own emptiness. Others. Other people. You. Do me a favor and grow up. I -4

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Ten points for that old lady. Three for the flower, eighteen for the telephone pole, none for wiping out the car. Seven point two for a possum. Brown and blue and grey-no colors in your colors, rock, but no need when you are even. Hear the water in your ears? Your body ls thawing-go chase your- self around the block. Hey now, world, your earth won't slip beneath my feet. I dare me to walk down the hall on one tile for the next thirty days. Little one, you're balancedg the same amount of air pushes you up as down. Y0u're a warm room in yourself' spaces live between your stars. Birds forget your presence because you make no noise inside. Happy I am 1'm me! But others. Other people. You alone. There 's more.