Havecore is not something tangible that you can see or touch.
It will not attend a
single lecture or leave its room at all. It is the smug *chef's kiss* gesture made by Sylvia Plath as she cooks her head. It is laughing so much. It is a rough, beautiful, emotional tale about an older
Gary. It can be for sex,
oh. It is the Most Sticky! It is the letter E, the last letter in 'ecstasy'. It is zero books, zero
friends. It is playing Hole. It always fills me. It is the loudest that I can scream. It is a 5 hour philosophy lesson about a plane crash in Nepal. If it were to come up against any particular difficulty at all, it would kill itself. It is about to take a shit. It is the
air of casual elegance that possesses you as you lounge in the manner of a Classical aristocrat while a photo is being taken. It is the most mentally unstable person you've ever met. Poggers! It is become
drunk, driver of car. It plays county for the Middle East. It is the knowledge bestowed upon my
friend by the Egyptian gods in a
dream. Like Game of Thrones, it has a queer problem. It might be, tell him no. It is OUR SUPERSTAR STAFF. It is Wayru. It is unironically
homophobic. It is not. It has been forgiven by the LGBTQ+ community.
When life gives you lemons, you'll always Have the Core. And if nobody got me, I know the Havecore got me.
Father
Ted: (shaking his head) I still don't understand what you
mean by "The Havecore."
Harry Potter: (exasperated) It's simple, Ted. It's about having the
core things in life that truly matter.