The light is beating down on me as I sit outside of Dobo. Judging by the people walking in and out of this science building, it doesn't look like light is what these people need. They need sleep and plastic surgery. The sun hangs in the sky like an orange burning through the corner of a piece of paper. It is too bright for me to look at without my Ray Bans on, which I start wondering, do they make me a sell out? Tom Cruise would be proud if he weren't such a fucking douche. The light reflects off of all the students sunglasses and bike wheels. Limbs of the trees are shining green and brown. The only shadows around come the small bushes and the structure I am sitting on here, none of which are big enough for me to find relief. The lights that line Chancellors are off but the glass or plastic that houses the lights shine like they have just be cleaned. The black on the light poles looks bleached and it's age is shown. Mother Nature is the greatest power. The sun hangs to my left, so that side of my face burns like I'm at the beach. I feel the sun start melting my skin. The sun overpowers the pastel colors of chalk, where the stupid sorority girls and frat boys of Surfer University decided to scribble dumb sayings on the concrete I walk on. There is a sharp glare that is coming off the building Cameron. The clock-tower is clearly visible, my eyes just aren't good enough to read the time. The dirt in the cracks off the sidewalk show up like mascara. The needles that line the edge of the sidewalk shines like a brown haired girl who uses an expensive conditioner. Straight-up, it is bright as fuck out.
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