Fallacies of Non-Existence

For some reason.
There will come a time.
When you don't want to recycle.
Or reuse.
Or reduce.
You just want to go to the market and buy it new. Fresh. Non-fucked-up.
Put the old one in a vacuum sealed bag. And burn the goddamn thing.
Has your time come?
If not.
Enjoy school.
:D
Long story 
Cut short.
A lot of abuse
And no retort.




The world keeps turning. What goes around comes around. Right?


Or maybe not.


Hidden curriculum folks.


Hidden Curriculum.

Another day. Another Casualty.

But that wont happen to me??

Saw the bus.
Entered the bus.
Why isn't anyone scared?
You're all going to the slaughterhouse, remember?
Abattoir of minds?
Believe me anyone?
Guess not...

Saw some of those people whose presence you feel.
But you dont really approach each other.
Its an understanding, maybe.
And as per the non-existent agreement, you don't say hi. Unless your eyes meet.

Saw a board full of nothing.
A copy full of nothing-induced something.

Saw chaos.
Was i engulfed? No.
It wasn't exactly a mob.
Potential mob??
Doesn't matter anymore.

Saw her vomit words.
Gargu, as Deep Within says.
Draco, as I often remark/report/reiterate.
Saw people hold out their hollow notebooks.
Fresh puke.
From a stale Duke.
I mean duke.
I mean duchess.

Saw the gates pass me by...
I stayed where I was.
And I swear, it was the world that moved.

Dragging myself, yet again.

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Back. I find myself in the same place. Lazy, once again.
Socially useful period wasted....once again.
Had lots to do, had lots to deal with.
Excitement. Confusion. Dealt with all of it.
The horse. Uncle Oscar. Not again!!!
Break. Not really one. Headache ::
blah. blah. blah.
Gargu, gargu have u any shit?
Yes please, yes please
2 periods full.
SHIT
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