Autumn Theory (The)

Columbine Student Union
piss on me. faceless admiration from the next seat to fill. high marks for a brown nose feign your ignorance and boredom. the worst i could do is merit your full attention. you know more than you let on. i'm right where you want me. third row from the back and firmly under your heel. you hold the secret to keeping the status quo in check. scum will always be scum. you and your will see to that. buried alive. inside a cemetary of structure with tombstones of tradition. the heritage of experimentation. a guinea pig can only be pocked and prodded so much before it rears its head and gnashes its teeth. and in walk the postadolescent gestapo to crack the subjects teeth on an unwashed urinal. you may resume your pursuit of absentee academia once the threat is neutralized. reward the obedient. reprimand the rest. few chance to break the mold. such actions would be insanity. theres a reason this is called an institution. From Letras Mania