Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Out of my system

Damn you stupid paper.

I hate your expectations, your confusion, your twisted limits. Your expulsion of my lazy time. Making my back crook over this plastic inertia of imagination.

I will compare thee. Compare thee to the crack in my ass, or the mole on this stupid person breathing beside me.

One thing in which we are alike. You came from the same feeble mindedness that has been bestowed on me to take this wretched course.

From now on, I vow to hire someone if I need a report or research. I will not subject myself to this torture any longer.

or any longer than it takes to get a stupid degree. Okay I demote myself to diploma.

December 15, where are you?


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