School Up in Ya Mouf

So, school is back in session and all the people from megalopolis have returned to their respected universities to endure another semester of being a yes man, or yes woman if you prefer. I've learned in my years of school that as long as you are nice, polite, and show up to class..you will have a productive year and earn decent grades. Basically, try to become your professor. If your teacher is an old douchebag..become an old douchebag. If your teacher is a washed up sad excuse of human being, become such an oddity. Just fit the mold your teacher is trying to convey and suck the shit out of his or her genitalia. Swallow his sperm. Bend your fingers up as you slowly rub her clit with your tongue..make her come like a super soaker..whatever you have to fucking do...just do it. If you forgot something..turn it in late no matter what the syllabus says..he or she will take it.

and for fucks sake..we live in a material world. If you went out last week and bought that 10 dollar watch that looks like its covered in diamonds but its obviously made of plastic..don't wear it..fat girls..you can only attract fat boys..or skinny ass boys with small penile tracts..so don't wear clothes that would make an otherwise un fat person attractive...because..its tough to be fat in this world..really tough..just stop making it harder on yourself by wearing things other than sheets with holes for arms and legs you fat miserable wastes of life.

Incredible Edible Really Bad Eggs

I find that If I take these dirty shoes off my feet as well as my socks, I can feel at ease. I put on a shirt to not be shirtless and I feel like i'm in school. I feel like i'm doing something. But I'm not doing anything. I don't want to be full of responsibility. I want to go to Amsterdam and bring my guitar. I want to act out my dreams on a stage. I want to be something that I am not. I don't know where I'm going. All I know is that I won't know what to do when I get there. I will soon have a college degree. A degree that will tell people that I can stick through something to the end. But, what if I let those people take advantage of me? What if they try to work me to death and pay me little while doing so? What if I never become the person I want to be? What if I become a person someone else wants me to be? I will never be happy until I figure out why I allow myself to breath. *other than the fact that I enjoy breathing*