faceless conspiracies of second hour. by Andrew S Adamsi'm feeling rather empty at the moment. a body sprawled across a desk, scrawling words in annonymous notebooks, empty. like i said.
endless chatter; it's all just fantasy. football, strippers, god- It's all fantasy.
The workers are talking math. the teachers are talking school spirit the church girls are talking holy spirit, -and the cheerleaders have it all covered (like a thin layer of shear)
what a fucking conspiracy. it all adds up to a fucking conspiracy.
through all of this, my arm is going numb- my mind has gone numb- staring at the page from one hundred and eighty degrees,
it's just another day in math class- just another faceless day in math class. 10/06/2003 Posted on 10/07/2003 Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
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