Cracked out on finals and the drugs that get me through them.

Mood: Stressed
Listening to: "Lost Art of Keeping a Secret" qotsa
Reading: No Thanks

Been working on many projects this semester, the major one being my final research project for my capstone class dealing with E.E. Cummings' view of life (ie. romantic individualism).
Anywho, I came across this poem in his book "No Thanks" and thought it was worth sharing with all (2) of you.

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are mine said she)

I know, i know, this is pretty simple when compared to other pieces by Cummings, but i found it to be as Carl would say "freakin' awesome!".
Also, the parenthesises are there for a reason but i can't figure it out. If any of you (*cough*caroline*cough*) can shed some light on this i would be most greatful.

Adieu assholes.
The bladder-buster of coffee and big-ass-orange-aderol are making me ramble, so i better shut up.