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Gold Day, Previously A Day. Day 3
If time is only the measure of light, and the future is the darkness beyond, then somewhere in that darkness is a copy machine that works...
Day 2 (Blue Day)
Curious. This year I have a sophomore study hall. What fascinating creatures. They use vulgarity like a form of pidgin language and...
A Day, and Day One of 180
AP Government and Politics: To teach is to tear aside the veil and speak with the future. Unless the future is a robot. In that case I...
The Sound of Life
Today while Sybil was having her daily swim it started to rain. The noise the rain made on my head and inside my skull seemed like the...
The Inarticulate Art of Survival and Cruelty
There are foxes living at the Cypress Bay, and in the morning and evening they lounge about the school. No one ever asks them for passes....
Even the Air is My Enemy
Spit out into the morning from desperate slumber, it is as if I am embraced by the hot breath of a great beast. My only expectation is...
The Noise is Worse than the Silence
Once again the beginning, yet it is later than last years' end. Time continues to puddle around my feet like treacle and holds me in...
Thought I would try writing a song...
So here is a song TOTALLY written by me. I think it's ok. Check it out. Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago I was in your sights, you...
B Day January 17th
The beginning of death is birth and so the leaf spiraled one more time in it's fall from spring. That was my weekend. Freshman study...
A Day January 10
Today I saved the real lives of all of my first period students from a fake emergency. Although an imaginary fire raged as ragey as my...
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