College

Rolling around and wrinkling my brow to indecision, indecision, indecision.  Moral scales, practical hangups.


There's the cost and risk.  The brand-new fundraising deadline.  The fate I'd have if I didn't go to school as planned.   (Many possible scenarios could be dreampt up.  I don't know how many I'd enjoy.)  


I await advice from someone who doesn't know me.  Someone who broadcasts their opinion to the general public.   I'm counting on a verbal sign. 

Huh?

"What’s a Face To Do" by Tina Turner N. Hooch
The hint of crabbleberries being juiced always turns the nose.
Wash away my plumbing sins, use Moses as your hose.
Go to market with our yield, steaming still in buckets.
I used to ride the mule but then it died so I say fuck it.
Rasin Bran.