and an awful one:
don’t be silly fuck as never before.
–
Lucky the bell, till full and deep of throat,
I’ve drifted somewhat from the distant heart
To mark that square, perhaps: were M�e and P�e
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
To follow in the path of their brief blossoming
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
I know,
A matter of getting all that right . . .
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
you really need to
from my friend PT:
Shit at work is crazy. One of the worst weeks this week complete with a total of 13 fights in school, 5 of which happened in our classroom. School Totals: 2 broken arms, a broken nose, 4 smashed windows, 1 cut up knee, 1 concusion, 1 broken foot, 1 ambulance and 2 arrests.
You know, sometimes when I am with a security guard restraining a 6 ft 4 black kid from the Bronx on the ground while the kid calls me
a fat cracker-ass nigga, I wonder if I’m in the wrong business. Other days make up for the red marks and cuts that come with weeks like this one, though.