ive been through the desert on a horse with no name.
but ill never give up the rain. deserted alleys and disturbing aromas fill the gray frothed cup of a campus we swim through.
the summer pool has started. forced to jump in before we could test the waters. i hope to get lost in the text filling my pool as i grasp the forced concepts displayed so just so just so. divorced from this intrusive individual society.
ill find time to squeeze oranges for a thick pulped drink but right now a text entitled “developing management skills” drawls my thirsty horse
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