huh, well here goes:

blaque plague
  -or-
wired tar

no, it wasn't just fiction when i conscribed my dreams; they were legit-i-mentally fucked

up and dark.

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no, i don't think i'm outclassed or do not belong in 'school,' however, i did think

someone was giving me shit about my credentials. i simply stared to show my intensity and

realized it may appear as in-asinine-nity.

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no, that wasn't me present in those documents. i was referred to as 'the smoking man,'

something that carried a certain cache and part past prestige/pastiche. what was omitted

was my commitment to doing a jive to everyone's turkey; i was mis-labeled and actually

was the, referred by most in the know, 'perpetual blight,'