james mercer v lavon mercer

still not sure if these are the same person.

porch milks

did anybody else notice the jap is gone?

on why it is a bad idea to read sylvia plath before you go out;

my fan smells like attic and is blowing into my sheets, if i close my eyes i can hear children playing.

existential complacency through two-stepping on north quad

"what does it mean to be sophomore?"

exploring america through knit blankets

two watercress and napa salads later, i am back.

at around six pm, the fog set in

the child asked the deer, "is everything okay?"

i want wind to blow

so i can smell the wood from my bedroom window

kashi bitty curbstomp crunch

i hope i am not too wholesome for oberlin now.