I hate this place.
This catholic college preperatory circus
Playing charades
Learning the rules to a game
but never ascertaining its purpose
These are the best years of our lives
Make sure to learn something!
Try every sexual position before you get out of high school
so that when you really start living nothing will ever surprise you
Practice following through on the rest of your drives, too.
Make sure their power matches the accuracy of your putts
Handicap's a five
Still rising
Still...
My rank outreaches the ceiling of the system
And shows me to the cellar door?
It turns out that if you shoot through the ceiling of the basement
you still have to start out with your back against the ground floor
Stagnation...
Goodbye...
Stag Nation
I've arrived
at a crossroads.
Not sure why
I hate this place.
Four years of preparation?
All i really needed was Zamyatin's brand of debilitated imagination
Plus I feel as though I'm paying a price
For what I thought was part of the process
For not fitting in with the "college likeness"
I guess I have a lot to learn
I guess.
Regardless...
the years progress...
still dying
Still...
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