Stop

	. with your nonsense and your pretentious affairs about whatevers on your list about how you care . telling everyone what you did and where and about how you climbed mount everest after saving orphaned ducklings from chinese cooks with cleavers just . -Jason		bulbs of water drip from the tap as I… Q. 25. Define Trachea A trachea R. four benches ahead. white shirt. is a membranous tube with cartilaginous rings rings of curls bend into his head that conveys inhaled air sigh. from the larynx to the bronchi straight to my heart “PENS DOWN. PASS YOUR PAPERS AHEAD.” I rush to scribble:  membranous white tube with curly rings that conveys inhaled sighs from the larynx to the heart. -Nikita

Juicy

	I have tasted nectar- in my dreams, And been denied it, when I was awake. Is it my fault then that I keep dreaming? -Jason		With glee in her yellow, bulbous eyes Miss Emerald Pistawalla  (M.A., English Hons.) watches me: a delicious prey among a herd of students that accurately feign attention. I alone have not Donne, Plath or Frost. She licks her lips and thinks up a luscious new punishment. -Nikita

Glass

	His words were like glass, clear, but transparent. He said he would come back for you, And you wait- holding that solid line, Like a piece of glass, In your hands. Your grip grows tighter, with each passing moment. -Jason		Those dreams were made of stained glass You saw through them at once While I could only see pretty squares in colored shadows on the floor. And my own highly colored self divided into f|o|u|r. -Nikita

Trouble

In keeping with the theme for this week, we decided to make some trouble.
Both our pieces are up. But we're not telling you which is which. Have a guess, won't you? :)

	Words fly from our mouths like we knew all along that we would meet here this time, this place. Like waves on sand, we move back and forth; our hearts desire different things though. Trouble is on the tip of your tongue. Is it a wonder then that I refused a taste?		She tip-toed across the hallway, Cautiously passed her parents room, Snuck past grandma, snoring in her chair... Then, craftily maneuvering  the creaky stairs- She almost reached the door when-  CRASH! The vase falls to the floor. And purring at her heels is Mommy's 'new' little angel. Adorable, but aptly named!