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Channels are fading; I'll always be waiting for hymnals in broken languages always degrading How thoughtful of father time to grant me one more try to help me to realize the life I've been wasting I hear it through misleading ears, the creaking of weathered bones, the sighing from down below, the strain of being left alone Oh Serpent #5, come close I feel your desire grow as my desperation does so I'll hold you close in the dark We'll make a mockery of love I hear your guttural groans flirt through the air with my own, oh to lust is to know I'll always be waiting Going into the unknown consistently brings some close, it's nothing speci

Thursday, May 21st, 2009 Incoming Seniors: My high school experience is officially over, and yours will be coming to a close before you know it. Now that I am leaving PHS for college, it has fallen upon you to take my place as the most popular and well-liked senior in the county. I know this is rather sudden, and you must feel humbled and anxious, but with my advice, it is indeed possible for you to reach the extraordinarily high water mark that I have set for all future seniors. If you really wish to attain my God-like status, it is important to become a well-rounded individual. You must perform relatively well not only in class, but a