Tuesday, March 01, 2005
cowardly custards
Mr. Propagandistic Dreck has yet to send me an angry email. And he calls himself a soldier!
Guess it's pretty hard to rise up and defend such ludicrous trash.
At school, waiting for my night class, pissed off about various assignments that refuse to complete themselves without my assistance. I'm wanting more than anything to be out in a grassy field in the sunshine that has once again abandoned this city, turning cartwheels and lifting girls above my head.
Sadly, it is not to be.
I don't need no education. I don't need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom. All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
Sigh. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?
The eternal question, indeed.
Laters.
-N
